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PREFACE
TOUCH-1
TOUCH-2
TOUCH-3 (begin)
TOUCH-3 (end)
TOUCH-4 (begin)
TOUCH-4 (end)
SMELL-1
SMELL-2
SMELL-3.1
SMELL-3.2
SMELL-3.3
SMELL-3.4
SMELL-3.5
SMELL-4 (begin)
SMELL-4 (end)
SMELL-5
HEARING-1
HEARING-2
HEARING-3
VISION-1.1
VISION-1.2
VISION-1.3
VISION-2.1
VISION-2.2
VISION-2.3
VISION-2.4
VISION-3
VISION-4
VISION-5
APPENDIX A
APPENDIX B HISTORY-1
APPENDIX B HISTORY-2.1
APPENDIX B HISTORY-2.2
APPENDIX B HISTORY-2.3
APPENDIX B HISTORY-3.1
APPENDIX B HISTORY-3.2
INDEX OF AUTHORS

desecrating; she liked to examine--to 'let her hand stray,' were 

her words. Even her beauty seemed impaired some nights and I 

caught a gleam in her eye and a curve of her lip I thought 

vulgar. But perhaps the next night I met her she would be as 

bright as ever. 

 

"I introduced her to my friends, who knew our relations, for I 

blabbed everything. But she did not mind their knowing and if we 

met would give them all a kiss, so that I felt I had been rather 

too profuse in my hospitality, though I still would say: 'Have 

another one, Bert; I don't mind.' But whatever ass I made of 

myself she forgave me anything, and was fonder of me every time 

we met, while I, although I did not know it for a long time, was 

less fond of her. She knew how to revive my love, however. Some 

nights she would not meet me, and I would be like a madman. Other 

nights she would meet me, but not let me raise her dress. She 

would lie on me, on a moonlit night, and her young face in shadow 

like a siren's in its frame of hair, merely to kiss me. But what 

kisses! Slow, cold kisses changing to clinging, passionate ones. 

She would leave my mouth to look around, as if frightened, and 

come back, open-mouthed, with a side-contact of lips that brought 

out unexpected felicities. 

 

"One night her _fiance_ saw us together, and followed me after I 

left her, but on turning a corner I ran. I ridiculed him to her 

and despised him. I should have found it difficult to say why. 

Another night her brother attacked me, and it would have gone 

hard with me, but Annie pulled me in and banged the door. We were 

in a friend's house, but her father came around soon and laid a 

stick about her shoulders, in my presence. I tried to talk big, 

and said something idiotic about being as good a man as her 

betrothed, as though my intentions were honorable, which for one 

brief moment made Anne look at me, paler faced and changed, such 

a strange glance. But he beat her home, enjoying my rage, and she 

went away, crying in her hands. I was allowed to go unmolested. 

 

"I soon received a letter from her asking me not to mind and 

making an appointment, at which she turned up cheerful and 

unconcerned. She went to confession, and would meet me 

afterwards; and her faith in that, and the difference of our 

religions (if I had any religion) would make her seem strange and 

alien to me at times, even banal. At last our meetings became a 

mere habit of sensuality, with all charm, and suggestion of 

better things eliminated.... 

 

"I went with my friend George (who shared my room) one afternoon 

and called at Annie's school; she kept an infants' school of her 

own. She came to the door herself. It was the first time I had 

seen her in daylight, and I thought her cheek-bones bigger; she 

certainly was not so pretty as on the first evening I met her. 


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