Venus in Boston: A Romance of City Life — John Shaqi
Venus in Boston: A Romance of City LifeThompson, George
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Venus in Boston: A Romance of City Life
Thompson, George
Boston (Mass.) -- Fiction; City and town life -- Fiction
"I approached her ladyship; she was pale as marble, but how superbly
beautiful! Her glossy hair, all disordered, hung in rich masses upon
her uncovered shoulders; her seductive night-dress but imperfectly
concealed the glories of her divine form,--her heaving bosom, so
voluptuous and fair, was more than half disclosed to my gaze. With a
palpitating heart I laid my trembling hand upon one of her plump,
white shoulders. Never shall I forget the majestic rage and scorn of
her look, as she started to her feet, and stood before me in all the
pride of her imperial beauty.
"'Fellow,' she said, with desperate calmness, 'you are bold; but
perhaps I ought to have expected this. I perceive that you are
disposed to take every advantage of my situation. Be it so, then; but
not until you have _earned the reward_, can you claim it. Remember
this. Fortunately, his lordship is out of town, and will not return
until the day after to-morrow; but oh! how unfortunate that his
accursed valet did not accompany him! Lagrange pretended to be ill,
and was left behind, and my lord was attended by another servant. No
matter,--you will have an opportunity to dispose of this French spy
ere the return of his master. I care not what method you take to
silence his tongue,--but be secret and sure; and when the work is
done, you shall have your reward--not before.'
"Having thus spoken, her ladyship swept out of the room with the air
of a queen, leaving me to devise the best method of silencing Lagrange
forever. I could not mistake her ladyship's meaning; she wished me to
_murder_ the man. Now, the fact is, ladies and gentlemen, murder's a
devilish ticklish business, any how; not that I ever had any false
delicacy in relation to the wickedness of the thing--pshaw! nothing of
the kind,--you'll all believe me when I assure you that I'd as soon
cut a human throat, as wring the neck of a chicken, for that matter;
but then the consequences of a discovery are so ducedly unpleasant,
and although I am confident in my own mind that I am destined to
terminate my existence ornamented with a hempen cravat, I have never
had any desire to hasten that consummation. So I didn't altogether
relish the job which her ladyship had given me; but when I thought of
her surpassing beauty, my hesitation vanished like mists before the
rising sun, and I resolved to do it.
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