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«Wanda!" I run toward her, and am about to throw my arm about her to kiss her. She retreats a step, measuring me from top to bottom."Slave!""Mistress!" I kneel down, and kiss the hem of her garment."That is as it should be.""Oh, how beautiful you are.""Do I please you?" She stepped before the mirror, and looked at herself with proud satisfaction."I shall become mad!»
