so she could enter my rooms at any time to change her cheap clothing for her new and vice versa.
So I got her to my rooms.
I don't deny that it was my intention at first to finally take her there, but I wanted to preserve the sentiment of the affair as long as possible. She was very perfect to the sight, very lovable, and I was eager for our evenings—anxious to drip out as slowly as possible the intoxication of the affair, still breathlessly eager to drain the cup.
There is no need of going into detail.
You know what bachelor apartments are; you know what opportunities they afford. Lucille was timid at first; afraid to come in or go out, but she soon grew bolder. She even grew to like the danger of it.
I was very fond of her then.
There is no use to be hypocritical and cry it was love of her that led me on. Why men
