I have never seen my lioness so excited. Her cheeks flamed when she
left from the carriage at her villa. She hurried upstairs, and with
an imperious gesture ordered me to follow.
Walking up and down her room with long strides, she began to talk so
rapidly, that I was frightened.
“You are to find out who the man in the Cascine was, immediately–
“Oh, what a man! Did you see him? What do you think of him? Tell me.”
“The man is beautiful,” I replied dully.
“He is so beautiful,” she paused, supporting herself on the arm of
a chair, “that he has taken my breath away.”
“I can understand the impression he has made on you,” I replied, my
imagination carrying me away in a mad whirl. “I am quite lost in
admiration myself, and I can imagine–”
“You may imagine,” she laughed aloud, “that this man is my lover,
and that he will apply the lash to you, and that you will enjoy being
punished by him.
“But now go, go.”
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