“My good man,” said the Countess, quite terse,
“We’re alone, then, for better or worse…
You might ravish me, say…
Force yourself, have your way…
To which fate I would not be averse.”
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“My good man,” said the Countess, quite terse,
“We’re alone, then, for better or worse…
You might ravish me, say…
Force yourself, have your way…
To which fate I would not be averse.”