watching the
rise and fall of those two lovely globes, their form being perfectly
defined even to the nipples, beneath her well-fitting dress.

Her glance was electric, and it was impossible to meet her look
unmoved, she exhaled an atmosphere of voluptuousness of the most
maddening force.

Her daughter Ethel, who had left school in Paris but a few months, was
the very counterpart of her lovely mother in her leading features. She
had just completed her seventeenth year, and was of tall, graceful
stature, with a perfect figure. The smallness of her waist contrasted
perfectly with the ravishing fullness of bosom and wideness of hips.
She had the liquid eyes of her mother, but they were suffused with a
humidity that was perfectly maddening, and the expression of every
feature of her lovely face and palpitating form spoke of a warmth of
temperament and lascivious abandon that would have tempted an anchorite.

On a bright summer afternoon, in the year 18--, father, mother, and
daughter were waiting at the railway station, anxiously expecting the
arrival of the remaining member of the family, Frank, who, a year older
than Ethel, had been finishing his education in Germany, and was now
returning to take up his residence at Brackley.

At last the train arrived, and they hardly recognised the handsome,
tall, and fine-looking young fellow who leaped out to greet them.

A few hours after reaching the house the parents noted a peculiar
change that had taken place in their son. A dreamy languor seemed to
have taken possession of him, in place of the exuberant flow of animal
spirits that characterised him as a boy. He had a strange habit of
looking as though he were endeavouring to read the very thoughts of
those with whom he came in contact.

Mrs. Etheridge noticed this particularly, but thinking he was fatigued
by his long journey, made no remark. But the most remarkable effect was
produced on Ethel; her brother seemed utterly unable to remove his eyes
from her. Her singular beauty, and the nameless charm that pervaded
her, seemed to have an irresistible attraction for him. Every time that
his eye rested on her she trembled violently, and seemed labouring
under some mysterious and powerful influence. Her lovely breasts
heaved, and the humidity of her eyes increased, and she still seemed
unusually excited after her brother had left the room in order to dress
for dinner.

Some friends had been invited to dine, and Frank found