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The Romance of VioletteThus, when she had recovered, and when the Countess began to disrobe her, Florence set herself to tremble in all her limbs, like a virgin whose unsullied body is about to be defiled by eyes other than her mother's. But the Countess was impatient. The delightful emanations from Florence's body got into her head and seemed to intoxicate her. “Come!” she said with a feverish impatience: “Art thou not a woman? Art thou a flower? So be it; then, instead of drinking I shall inhale. Oh! the beautiful, curious thing!” she exclaimed, when she saw Florence's naked body. “Why, that is like silk, like perfumed silk! What is the meaning of it?” Thereupon the Countess began covering with kisses the charming ornament, which, as we said before, rose to a point as far as the breasts, getting thinner on the stomach and wider lower down, and on which when leaving her box, Florence had scattered a whole bouquet of newly gathered violets. “Come!” said the astonished Countess; “I confess I am vanquished. Not only are you far more handsome than I am, but you are much prettier!” Then she led her to the dining room ...» |
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