to live in, among asses and libertines had made her what she was,
and must keep her so, did she not leap out of�t.
All of this I did without any thought of my fine-resolves of never
sympathizing any more � so bravely put down only a night ago !
I did more. The dialogue was an animated one, not unmixed
with individual matters. She wanted my daguerreotype, �I must� give
her one. I refused, telling her jestingly earnest how little �twould be
held. It was enough to have Dod�s. I didn�t want the time to come
when I might be ranked amid such. Then I must write, long letters,
and she�d respond. I told her to look in �The Times.� So it went on.
We were close together, she in white, beautiful as ever. I kissed
her. She defied me, and we talked on. Time sped on, the
rain came down in raging storm without, and a lightning flash glared
now and then. She went to sofa, lay down, I sat on chair by
the head of it, bent over her he face and we talked on. Another
kiss. � Mrs Kent came home, joined us, rallied me, like a
widow as she was, not about Lotty but on my presumed indifference
to women. I replied. They were on the sofa together. And
on the rounded beauty of Lotty�s plump leg above the pretty
kissable, brown-booted foot! Time wore on. Rain left off,
I must go. After a rallying scene in the front parlor, in which
I set forth many reasons why Mrs Kent should kiss me, with
discursive remarks on the philosophy and pleasures of kissing, I put
on hat to go. �I�ll kiss you before you go away!� said Lotty.
And she did � a close, sweet, passionate kiss, � which was repaid her in
the hall. It�s remembrance is with me yet. �You will write
then, Tom?� I replied I know not what, and dashed forth