This is the sanctuary where the prettified young lady, calm, and always ready, fans her breasts, aglow, elbow on the pillow, hears the fountain’s flow: it’s the room of Dorothea. - The breeze and water distantly sing their song, mingled here with sobs to soothe the spoiled child’s fear. From tip to toe, most thoroughly, her delicate surfaces appear, oiled with sweet perfumery. - the flowers nearby swoon gracefully.
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