- Fortune Has Crowned My Wishes, You Are In My Power, And It Would Be Madness In You To Lose The Merit Of Yielding, And I Compel Me To Be Obliged To My Own Strength For A Pleasure I Would Rather Owe To Your Softness:

- Come, come, continued he, after having fastened the door, let us go to bed; - I will save your modesty, by pulling your cloaths off myself.

In speaking this he catched hold of her again, and attempted to untye a knot which fastened her robe de chambre at the breast. On this she gave such shrieks, and stamped with her feet so forcibly on the ground, that the innkeeper fearing the incensed husband, as he supposed him to be, was going to kill her, ran hastily up stairs, and called to have the door opened, saying, he would have no murder in his house.

The artful count immediately let him in, and told him, he need be under no apprehensions, his wife was too dear to him to suffer any thing from his resentment; and all the noise you heard, said he, was only because I insisted on her going to bed! By these words Louisa discovered how he had imposed upon the man, and cried out she was not his wife; but as she spoke very bad Italian, and the man understood no French, the count being very fluent in that language, had much the advantage, the innkeeper was fully satisfied, and they were again left alone, having a second opportunity to prosecute his villanous attempt.

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