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After having spent a feverish night filled with confused drea to break

Howin my memory was true; what had I actually experienced and what had I dreamed? That I had been whipped was certain I can still feel each blow, and count the burning red stripes on

My dream has become truth How does it make me feel? Am I disappointed in the realization of my dream?

No, I am merely somewhat tired, but her cruelty has enraptured me Oh, how I love her, adore her! All this cannot express in the re for her, my complete devotion to her What happiness to be her slave!

She calls toon the threshold, holding out her hand in friendly fashion "I am ashamed of myself," she says, while I eainst ly scene of yesterday," she said with quivering voice, "I have fulfilled your mad wish, now let us be reasonable and happy and love each other, and in a year I will be your wife"

"My mistress," I exclaimed, "and I your slave!"

"Not another word of slavery, cruelty, or the whip," interrupted Wanda "I shall not grant you any of those favors, none except wearing my fur-jacket; come and help me into it"

The little bronze clock on which stood a cupid who had just shot his bolt struck , but ean to kiss e was so co-And it told uid abandon What a voluptuous softness there was in the gloa of her half-closed eyes, in the red flood of her hair which shimmered faintly under the white powder, in the red and white satin which crackled about her with everyermine of the kazabaika in which she carelessly nestled

"Please," I stary with me"

"Do with me what you will," she whispered

"Well, then whip o mad"

"Haven't I forbidden you," said Wanda sternly, "but you are incorrigible"

"Oh, I am so terribly in love" I had sunken onface in her lap