cleaning up so well (jones_casey) wrote,
cleaning up so well
jones_casey

and nothing is, but what is not

if chance will haue me king, why chance may crowne me, without my stirre

tuesday xciv bis

the man, understanding the importance of his caresses, redoubled them in such a way as to surprise and stupefy his imperious courtesan. when he felt sure of having extinguished the ferocity of his capricious companion, whose hunger had so fortunately been satisfied the day before, he got up to go out of the cave; the panther let him go out, but when he had reached the summit of the hill she sprang with the lightness of a sparrow hopping from twig to twig, and rubbed herself against his legs, putting up her back after the manner of all the race of cats. then regarding her guest with eyes whose glare had softened a little, she gave vent to that wild cry which naturalists compare to the grating of a saw.
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