I might move her to my will--I determined to make my attempt.
I had in my stock amorous books, one in French, entitled: l'Academie
des Dames, an exceedingly lascivious work, interspersed with the most
magnificent engravings. It was something like Aretino's famous Putante
Errante--but much more full and complete. It purported to be a dialogue
between two young girls and gave the fullest information in all sexual
matters, interspersed with vivid and glowing descriptions of the sexual
act. This book I stealthily lay in my cousin's way, as if I had left it
there by accident. I rejoiced to find half an hour afterwards, on
returning to the place where I had put it, that it was gone, and I had
no doubt but that it had fallen into Emmeline's hands.

"The house in which my aunt resided was an old-fashioned building,
containing very large rooms, all communicating with each other. The
bedroom allotted to me was situated next to Emmeline's chamber, and
there was a communication between the two apartments by means of a
closet which served for both rooms. This closet was only divided by a
green curtain. I retired to bed very early that night--and the first
thing I did was to cut a hole in the curtain and leave my side of the
closet door open. I then put out my light and waited for events. I had
not to wait long, for I soon heard Emmeline's light step ascending the
stairs. I had only just taken my position in the closet when she
entered the chamber. As luck would have it she did not close her closet
door, but immediately began to undress. Great God! What beauties she
revealed to me as she removed her garments one by one. First it was her
beautiful shoulders, next her voluptuous limbs, and lastly her
resplendent bosom, for when she stood in her chemise I had a full view
of her naked bubbies. No words that I can utter can give the faintest
idea of the glories of their form and beauty. They were beyond
comparison. She now went to her trunk and took from it a book, which I
discovered in a moment to be l'Academie des Dames and then she threw
herself, lightly clad as she was, upon the bed.

"Her couch was placed exactly opposite my hiding place, so that I had a
most perfect view of her as she reclined there. One of her milk-white
breasts was entirely bare and her chemise was raised sufficiently high
for me to see a portion of her lovely thighs. She began to read and
soon I saw a strange change take place in her. Her face grew flushed,
her