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The Altar of Venus: The Making of a Victorian RakeThe women for the most part were on a plane considerably inferior to that of the sporting girls I had come in contact with at home. They looked bedraggled, tired, unhealthy and I saw only a few who possessed attractive qualifications. Their attitude was bold, and I received several plainly worded invitations which, due to my somewhat fastidious taste in female merchandise, failed to awaken enthusiasm. The second night I was in this place I overheard sounds emanating from the room next to mine, which excited in me a burning curiosity to see what was taking place. There was a connecting door between the two rooms and I examined it carefully to see whether I could find a way to peek through. The keyhole was securely plugged up. A streak of light was visible under the lower extremity of the door, but all efforts to peer under this door were fruitless. Meanwhile, the creaking of bed springs and the murmuring of voices increased my excitement. I listened to these significant sounds with my ear pressed to the door for ten or fifteen minutes, after which they ceased, the light under the door disappeared and the sound of receding footsteps in the hall told me the occupants had taken their departure ...» |
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