The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 190: what you’re looking at

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EER eee es mind, I feel a sudden resuscitation of those de- sires which her charming appearance as the Flower Girl engendered in my soul, Ah! when the lustre of that masquerade-scene lighted her form in all its splendour, how glorious was the symmetry of that shape—how stainless the arms and bosom—how full of elegance every attitude ! On my soul, Pauline is lovelier and more desir- able than her sister—at least now that I have pos- sessed her sister and that I long to possess herself! I cannot fix my mental vision upon Paaline’s charms without being intoxicated with the halo of beauty and the perfume of love which seem to float around her. But, oh! to hear that musical voice of her’s escape in joyous murmurs of plea- sure through lips red as coral and moist with voluptuousness, — to behold those blue eyes half closing in the ecstacy of passion’s transport,—to feel her exquisite form vibrating with all the abandon- 15 ® THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. = ey ment of a sensuous suppleness,—Oh! this were te be inundated with the bliss of paradise !” Then, closing his eyes and throwing back his head, the royal voluptuary gave himself up alto- gether to the delicious flood of idcas which the powers of an imagination so licentiously fervid had conjured up ;—and thus for a few minutes did he remain gloating on the picture which represented the innocent and beauteous Pauline succumbing to his desires and abandoning herself with a kindred ardour to his embraces. But the circumstance of his emissary’s docu-~ ment falling from his hand aroused him from that voluptuous dream ; and, picking up the paper, he proceeded to scan and comment upon its con- tents. “Well, my future wife possesses good teeth— and J have already said that I am glad of that ‘ She is twenty-five years old ;’ just the age that I like eed COL | DOO (CO