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  The elevation was further aided by an extra cushion, which had been judiciously placed under the lower portion of her belly.

  Monsignor bent over her and whispered a few soothing words into her ear, but she only buried her delicate head deeper into the down of the bed, while the reverend Father proceeded to analyse the points of her arse.

  Having all of them felt her arse in turn, pinching it as though to test its condition, much as a connoisseur in horseflesh would walk around an animal he was about to buy, Monsignor at length said—

  'What a superb picture.' His eyes were nearly bursting from their sockets. 'You must really excuse me, gentlemen, but my feelings overcome me,' and taking his comely prick out of his breeches, he deliberately walked up to Madeline, and before that fair damsel had guessed his intentions, he had thrown her down on the companion couch to Lucy's and had fucked her heart out in a shorter space of time than it takes me to write it.

  To witness this was unutterably maddening. I scarcely knew what to be at, my heart beat wildly, and I should then and there have put it into Lucy myself had I not been restrained by Father Boniface who, arch-vagabond that he was, took the whole business as a matter of course and merely observed to Monsignor that it would be as well to get it over as soon as possible, since Mr Clinton was in a devil of a hurry.

  Poor Lucy was deriving some consolation from Dr Price in the shape of a few drops of Pinero Balsam in champagne, while as for De Vaux, he was groaning audibly, and when the worthy Father Peter came to the short strokes De Vaux's chordee became so unbearable that he ran violently out into Monsignor's bedroom, as he afterwards informed me, to bathe his balls in ice water.

  To me there was something rather low and shocking in a fuck before witnesses, but that is a squeamishness that I have long since got the better of.

  Madeline, having wiped Monsignor's prick with a piece of mousseline de laine, a secret known only to the sybarite in love's perfect secrets, retired, presumably to syringe her fanny, and Monsignor buttoned up and approached his self-imposed task.

  Taking off his coat he turned up his short cuffs and, Boniface handing him the birch rods, the bum-warming began.

  At the first keen swish poor Lucy shrieked out, but before half a dozen had descended with a quick smacking sound which betokens that there is no lack of elbow grease in the application, her groans subsided, and she spoke in a quick strained voice, begging for mercy.

  'For the love of God,' she said, 'do not, pray do not lay it on so strong.'

  By this time her lovely arse had assumed a flushed, vermilion tinge, which appeared to darken with every stroke, and at this point Dr Price interposed.

  'Enough, Monsignor, now my duty begins.' And quick as thought he placed upon her bottom a piece of linen, which was smeared with an unguent, and struck it at the sides with a small modicum of tar plaster to prevent it from coming off.

  'Oh!' cried Lucy, 'I feel so funny. Oh! Mr Clinton, if you are there, pray relieve me, and make haste.' In an instant my trousers were down, the straps were unbuckled, and Lucy was gently turned over on her back.

  I saw a delicate bush of curly hair, a pair of glorious thighs, and the sight impelled me to thrust my prick into that divine Eden I had visited but a short time before with an ardour that for a man who had lived a fairly knockabout life was inexplicable.

  I had scarcely got it thoroughly planted, and had certainly not made a dozen well-sustained though rapid strokes, before the gush of sperm which she emitted drew me at the same instant, and I must own that I actually thought the end of the world had come.

  'Now,' said Dr Price, rapidly writing in his pocket-book, 'you see that my theory was correct. Here is a maid who has never known a man and she spends within ten seconds of the entrance being effected. Do you suppose that without the birching she could have performed such a miracle?'

  'Yes,' I said, 'I do, and I can prove that all your surmises are but conjecture, and that even your conjecture is based upon a fallacy.'

  'Bravo,' said Father Peter, 'I like to see Price fairly collared. Nothing flabbergasts him like facts. Dear me, how damnation slangy I am getting tonight. Lucy, dear, don't stand shivering there, slip on your things and join Madeline in my snuggery; we shall all be there presently. Go on, Clinton.'

  'Well,' I said, 'it is easy enough to refute the learned Doctor. In the first place Lucy was not a maid.'

  'That be damned for a tale,' said Father Boniface. 'I got her mother to let me examine her myself last night while she was asleep, previous to handing over the hundred pounds.'

  'Yes, that I can verify,' said Monsignor, 'though I must admit that you have a prick like a kitchen poker, for you got into her as easy as though she'd been on a Regent Street round for twenty years.'

  'I will bet anyone here 50 to 1,' I said, quietly taking out my pocketbook, 'that she was not a maid before I poked her just now.'

  'Done,' said the Doctor who, upon receiving a knowing wink from Father Peter, felt sure he was going to bag two ponies, 'and now how are we to prove it?'

  'Ah, that will be difficult,' said Monsignor.

  'Not at all,' I observed, 'let the young lady be sent for and questioned on the spot where you assume she was first deflowered of her virginity.'

  'Yes, that's fair,' said De Vaux, and accordingly he called her in.

  'My dear Lucy,' said Monsignor, 'I wish you to tell me the truth in answer to a particular question I am about to put to you.'

  'I certainly will,' said Lucy, 'for God knows I have literally nothing now to conceal from you.'

  'Well, that's not bad for a double entente,' said the Father, laughing, 'but now tell us candidly, before Mr Clinton was intimate with you in our presence just now, had you ever before had a similar experience?'

  'Once,' said Lucy, simpering, and examining the pattern of the carpet.

  'Good God,' said the astonished Churchman, as with deathlike silence he waited for an answer to his next question.

  'When was it and with whom?'

  'With Mr Clinton himself, in the drawing-room here, about an hour ago.'

  I refused the money of course, but had the laugh on all of them, and as we rolled home to De Vaux's chambers in a hansom about an hour later I could not help admitting to him that I considered the evening we had passed through the most agreeable I had ever known.

  'You will soon forget it in the midst of other pleasures.'

  'Never,' I said. 'If Calais was graven on Mary's heart I am quite sure that this date will be found inscribed on mine if ever they should hold an inquest upon my remains.'

  The Loves of Lord Roxboro

  Preparing herself for the bath, Caroline heard the murmur of voices from the library next to her bedroom, so stepping to the door, she listened for a moment but could distinguish nothing but a mumble. Searching the door, she discovered a tiny crevice through which she could peep into the adjoining room. Applying her eyes to the opening, she looked into the library and saw her uncle seated in a chair, while standing before him, her hands clasped and a beseeching look in her eyes, stood Marie, the maid.

  Caroline stood gazing through the crevice in the door and as she discovered who the occupants of the room were, she found she could faintly hear their conversation, although they were apparently talking in low voices.

  'Marie,' said Lord Roxboro, 'you have been with me now for some time. You have served me well and I have no particular fault to find with you.'

  'Yes, sir, thank you, sir,' said Marie looking at Roxboro wonderingly.

  'I make it a point, Marie,' he continued, drawing a paper from his pocket, which he unfolded and glanced over, 'I make it a point to investigate all of my employees thoroughly. You have been with me now for three months, I believe?' he asked, raising his eyes to the pretty maid.

  'Nearly four, sir,' she answered.

  'Of small matter,' he remarked. 'You gave references when you came here of people that resided in your hometown, Middleboro, is it not?'

  'Yes, sir, that i
s right,' answered Marie, looking a trifle worried at the trend the conversation was taking, and shifting her feet nervously.

  'I find,' he continued, referring to the paper, 'I find that you are well known in Middleboro. In fact, to be quite frank with you, my dear, much too well known in certain quarters! Do you happen to know a certain Mr Montgomery, Marie?'

  At the mention of this name, Marie blanched and seemed about to swoon. Her lips paled out, controlling herself with an effort, she stood with downcast eyes before her employer.

  'I thought that name would touch home!' cried Lord Roxboro with a satisfied air. 'My suspicions, I see, are well grounded. You know him, do you?'

  'Yes, sir,' answered Marie, her answer barely audible to Caroline as she listened at the peephole. 'And this man, this man Montgomery, was he your lawfully wedded husband? Is this right, Marie?'

  'Yes, sir,' she answered again, clenching her hands until the knuckles whitened, twitching about as she tried to evade her employer's stern and inquiring glance.

  'And you, the lawfully wedded spouse of this man Montgomery, ran away and deserted him? And when decamping, took all of his money and his watch and other valuables?' the lord shot at the shrinking girl.

  'Oh, that is untrue, sir!' she replied with flashing eyes. 'He beat me and starved me and made me leave him! I never wanted to be his wife and the act of marriage was against my will. I was forced into a union with the detestable creature!'

  Lord Roxboro cast a sensual glance mingled with pure admiration at the beautiful creature as she stood radiant in her youthful beauty, denying the aspersions cast upon her honesty.

  'Easy now, Marie,' he soothed her. 'You left him, at least, and took with you when you left the money and the jewellery that I have just mentioned. Is that not right?'

  'Yes, my lord,' she answered in a low tone.

  'And you came into my employ and lied to me about these happenings, knowing very well that this husband of yours, this Mr Montgomery, had already filed charges with the authorities against you for theft and that at this very moment the authorities are in search of you? Have you been honest and fair with me, I ask you?'

  'Oh, no, sir,' she sobbed. 'I could never bring myself to tell you of those dreadful happenings. Has he really filed charges against me, as you say, and are the police in search of me?' Here she clasped her tiny hands together and glanced beseechingly at his lordship.

  'They are hunting for you at this very moment,' said Lord Roxboro sternly. 'And if I should perform my duty as a landowner, I would call them at once and allow them to convey you back to Middleboro, to jail, where you rightfully belong, you shameless creature!' At this his eyes glowed with righteous indignation.

  'Oh, master!' cried Marie, throwing herself on her knees and clasping Lord Roxboro's hand as it lay on the arm of the chair, casting her beautiful eyes, now bedimmed with tears of crystal, upon him. 'Oh, master, I beg of you! Do not turn me off like this, do not give me up! Montgomery was a devil, indeed! I married him at seventeen, knowing nothing of the world or its evil devices! I have suffered for my sins, and I have been so happy during the short time I have worked for you and only want to stay here. Be fair with me, if this doesn't please you, and take into consideration the faithful services that I have rendered to you; and if you will not allow me to remain, at least allow me to depart from here in peace! Anywhere will I flee to escape the machinations of this dreadful nemesis, the man who was my husband! I have been a true servant and have tried to do my best. Forgive me if I lied to you before; what I say now is the truth!'

  'Yes, but you have lied to me once, Marie,' replied the lord. 'Who knows whether you are truthful with me now or not?' Upon her continued protestations that she was indeed telling the truth, he arose and paced the floor nervously.

  'Then you don't deny that you stole the things mentioned, Marie?' he said, turning to her as she softly sobbed, her head buried in the chair. 'You stole them?'

  'Yes, my lord,' she sobbed, 'I stole just enough to enable me to leave him. He would give me no money and I could not stand his brutal ways any longer. He whipped and beat me!'

  'How old are you now, Marie?'

  'Eighteen, last month,' she said, turning her tear-dimmed eyes upward to him as he questioned her.

  'Go to my desk and procure me ink and paper,' he commanded. She scrambled to her feet, went to the desk and procured the articles, placing them upon the table before which he stood, then took her station a few feet away. The lord wrote rapidly for a moment or two, then, reading over what he had written and making a few changes, extended the pen to the maid.

  'Marie, I have written an outline of the charges that have been preferred against you. They are here on this paper and I wish you to sign it. It is what you might term a sort of confession. Come, sign.'

  'But, my lord,' she remonstrated, 'you aren't going to turn me over to the police, are you? You wouldn't make me go back to that beast, Montgomery, would you? Why are you asking me to sign that paper?'

  'That remains to be seen, Marie,' he replied. 'You have confessed here to me, just a moment ago, that you are guilty of the crime charged against you. I really should have turned you over to the police at once. If you will kindly sign this document, I may give you another chance and allow you to continue here in my employ. Of course, you may use your own judgment. I can summon the police if you wish it,' and he turned to the bell cord as if to pull it.

  'No, no, sir,' cried the panic-stricken Marie, seizing the pen and scribbling her name at the lower part of the document. 'I will do as you wish, my lord; you allow me another chance to prove my faithfulness. Oh, thank you so much. There you are, sir, I have signed it as you directed!' and throwing the pen on the table, she burst into a torrent of heartbreaking sobs.

  Lord Roxboro made no answer, but picking up the paper, he again read it over carefully, and walking to the side of the room where the safe stood, he twirled the knob and opened the heavy door. Depositing the paper in one of the smaller drawers, he closed the door and twirled the knob. Caroline was a breathless spectator to all of this and stood with her eyes glued to the peephole, wondering what would happen next.

  Lord Roxboro again seated himself in the armchair, placing his hand on top of Marie's head as she knelt sobbing upon the floor at his side, patting it for a moment, allowing his fingers to run through the fine tendrils of her dark hair and said in a gentle voice:

  'Come, Marie, arise and seat yourself on the arm of this chair. I have several things I want to ask you about.'

  The weeping girl arose from her kneeling posture on the floor, and following her employer's directions, seated herself alongside him upon the arm of the chair and with a tiny wisp of linen handkerchief attempted to dry her luminous eyes.

  'To think that you, my little maid, Marie, were married!' said Lord Roxboro, grasping one of the girl's tiny hands in his own and softly patting it. 'Why, Marie, I thought that you knew little or nothing about such things. Were you with your husband any great length of time?'

  'Nearly a year,' she answered, 'but it seemed a lifetime.'

  'Don't think, Marie,' he continued, 'that because I do not turn you over to the police that you are entirely free. You have committed theft and you should be properly punished. You must either work out your salvation here with me, or in the workhouse. I assure you, my girl, that I have no present intention of letting you off scot-free. No, not in the least. You must understand that, don't you, Marie?'

  'Yes, my lord,' she answered penitently. 'I am extremely grateful for your generosity in this matter, and assure you that you will have no reason to regret it. I will work for you as I have never worked before. I will do my best to please you. You certainly may depend upon it, my lord.'

  'Work!' laughed Lord Roxboro. 'It is not a question of work, my dear girl. I desire you to clearly understand the situation. I have the power, if I wish to exercise it, whenever I desire it, to turn you over to the proper authorities. That little bit of paper that is securely held in that s
afe, attested with your name, is sufficient to convict you in any court in the land and to bring you a long term in the reformatory. Realise that part of it clearly, Marie! You and I must have no misunderstanding along that line. You are fully and completely in my power. Your punishment for this cold-blooded thievery must be fixed and regulated by myself, your master. Remember that!'

  'Yes, my lord,' murmured the girl submissively. 'I understand the situation thoroughly, and whatever you decide will be all right, only please don't send me to jail and don't send me back to that brute, my husband! Anything, anything you say, I will be glad to do.'

  'We will see later on,' he said, and throwing his arms about the neck of the lovely girl and drawing her face down to his, he presented an impassioned kiss upon the full red lips. She made no struggle to escape, but seemed to react to his impassioned caress, her soft bare arms stealing about his neck, holding him in a close embrace as he rained kisses upon her cherry lips.

  Caroline was by now quite warmed by this tender scene. She saw Roxboro's hand steal to the front of Marie's waist, which he unbuttoned, drawing forth her well-shaped breasts, which he proceeded to fondle and squeeze and finally to kiss and gently bite, then allowing them to hang free in sensual looseness from her waist. Caroline envied the girl these soul-titillating touches, and at the sight of her passionate uncle fondling this beautiful maiden, strange feelings coursed through her body.

  'Go lock the door, Marie,' commanded the lord, rising to his feet and gently pushing the now flushed girl toward the entrance to the library.

  Marie, her breasts still hanging freely from her opened waist, ran to the door and pushed home the bolt. Returning to his lordship, who had by now seated himself upon a couch, she sat beside him, this move bringing both persons directly opposite to the peeping Caroline's line of vision, and when Lord Roxboro again clasped the palpitating girl to him, she responded to his warm kisses.

  Caroline, a close spectator of these toyings of love, saw her uncle's inquiring hand creep up under Marie's skirts. The impassioned girl allowed herself to sink back on the couch; her legs slowly spreading as though to permit her sensual employer to ply his exploring fingers without hindrance.