“I can please you, too, you know. Would you like me to please you even more?” “Marisa,” he murmured, “it’s enough of a pleasure to be close to you . . . . ” “No, it isn’t, Carlo; you know it isn’t. You know I can please you more than this.” Her dæmon’s little black horny hands were stroking the serpent dæmon. Little by little the serpent loosened herself and began to flow along the man’s arm toward the monkey. Both the man and the woman were holding glasses of golden wine, and she sipped hers and leaned a little closer to him. “Ah,” said the man as the dæmon slipped slowly off his arm and let
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