Her mother went out and returned an hour later with the most celebrated exorcist in Padua. He was an extremely ugly Capuchin monk, named Fra Prospero da Bovolenta.
When he appeared, Bettina burst out laughing and assailed him with the most deadly insults, which delighted everyone present, since only the devil was bold enough to address a Capuchin in this fashion.. 1 - 72
Upon my awaking the following morning my eyes were pleasantly surprised by the charming object which approached my bed to serve me my coffee. It was a very young girl, but already formed as city girls are at seventeen; she [Lucie] was only fourteen. White-skinned, with black eyes, her hair hanging loose, and covered only by a shift and a petticoat laced awry which exposed half of her bare leg to view, she looked at me as frankly and calmly as if I had been an old acquaintance [...] She had set down on the foot of my bed, excusing herself for the liberty she was taking only by a laugh which expressed everything. 1 - 114
I then asked her to get up and light some candles, but it was Marta who obliged. When I saw Nanetta in my arms on fire with love, and Marta holding a candle and looking at us, seeming to accuse us of ingratitude for not saying a word to her, when, by having been the first to yield to my caresses, she had encouraged her sister to imitate her, I realized all my good fortune. 1 - 142
There was one bed in the room where we were eating supper and another in an adjoining closet which had no door and could only be entered from the room we were in. The two sisters naturally chose the closet. 1 - 254
More well developed, though younger, than Cecilia, the girl felt she owed it to herself to convince me that she deserved to be preferred to her sister. [...] She told me in detail all that she knew how to do, she set forth all her theories, and gave me a full account of all the occasions she had had to become a past mistress in the mysteries of love, together with her notion of love's pleasures and the means she had employed to obtain a taste of them. 2 - 13
Almost under our eyes we see three completely naked girls, now swimming, now coming out of the water to ascend some marble steps where, standing or sitting to dry off, they exhibited themselves in every conceivable posture. This charming spectacle could not fail to set me on fire at once... 2 - 94
At last she [Signora F.] bends forward, and I slip on her chemise; but, throwing myself on her, I clasp her in my arms [...] Our mouths cling together... 2 - 166
It was a cold morning. Whether from politeness or from timidity, she [Christina] moves away; but as she could not move away without making room for me, I feel that I am invited to take it. [...] So Christina is in my arms, and I am in hers; in her face surprise, innocence, and content... 2 - 248-249
At the appointed hour I told her [Genoveffa] to get into the tub [...] She was on her side; I told her to lie on her back and to look at me while I pronounced the formula for the rite. She obeyed with perfect docility, and I washed her all over, in every position. As I had to give a faultless performance in my role, I found it more trying than enjoyable, and she must have found it no less trying to display indifference and to conceal the emotion which must have been aroused in her by my hand which kept washing her just where she must have felt its touch more acutely than anywhere else. 2 - 304
We knew that we were going to sleep together; but we would have thought it indiscreet to say so to each other. What a night! What a woman she was, this Henriette whom I loved so greatly, who made me so happy! 3-39
For the first four or five months there was nothing between us but childish trifling; but happening one night to come in very late I found her asleep on my bed. Curious to see if she would wake, I undressed myself, I got in, and the rest goes without saying. 3-173
"May I perish, my dear Vesian, if a philosopher ever defined boredom better than you have done. What a pleasure! How is it that I want to prove it to you by kissing you?"
"It is because our souls cannot be happy except when they are in harmony with our senses." [...]
Then let us satisfy our desire, my dear, and embrace each other without restraint."
In such considerations we spent the whole night. 3-196
Possibly Leroux intended this picture to be a portrait of Miss O'Morphi, the mistress of king Louis XV. Volume 3
"I am sure of it; but let nothing stop you. What a difference between you and my pillow."
"Your pillow? Are you joking? Tell me what you mean."
"It's just silliness. These last four or five nights I couldn't get to sleep unless I held a big pillow in my arms and kissed it over and over and imagined it was you."