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Mrs. Harcourt was sitting on a low chair near the couch. She was in a delightfully fitting tea-gown, cut fairly low at the neck, with very loose sleeves. It clung to her figure as she rose to greet me, and being made of chiffon with a foundation of pink silk, it gave one the idea at first that she was practically naked.
“Bring up tea please, Juliette,” she said to the maid, who disappeared.
“So you have found your way here,” she said, coming towards me with outstretched hand.
The room was heavily scented with perfume, which I learnt came from burning pastilles, and she herself always used a mixture of sandalwood and ottar of roses. As she approached me her perfume intoxicated me, and without saying a word I clasped her in my arms and pressed long hot kisses on her lips. To my intense delight I found she had no corsets on, and her supple body bent close to mine, so that I could feel every line of it. My hands slipped down and grasped the cheeks of her bottom as I pressed her stomach close against my trousers.