Within the darkness of the house of the Hanged Jew, Shekure furrowed her brow and began raving that I might easily stick the monstrosity I held in my hands into the mouths of Circassian girls I’d met in Tiflis, Kipchak harlots, poor brides sold at inns, Turkmen and Persian widows, on prostitutes whose numbers were increasing in Istanbul, leingerians, coquettish Abkhazians, Armenian shrews, Genoese and Syrian hags, thespians passing as women and insatiable boys, but it would not go into hers. She angrily accused me of having lost all sense of de and self-trol by sleeping with all manner of cheap, pathetic riffraff—from Persia to Baghdad and from the alleyways of small hot Arabian towns to the shores of the Caspian—and of having fotten that some women still took pains to maintain their honor. All my words of love, she charged, were insincere.
I respectfully listeo my beloved’s outburst, which caused the guilty member in my hand to fade, and though I w……（内容加载失败！）
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