“You are whole right,” I said, smilingly, “for if I were to see the whole breast I might not think it beautiful.”
She gave no answer, and I finished my chocolate.
I recollected my collection of obscene pictures, and I begged Leah to give me the box, telling her that I would shew her some of the most beautiful breasts in the world.
“I shan’t care to see them,” said she; but she gave me the box, and sat down on my bed as before.
I took out a picture of a naked woman lying on her back and abusing herself, and covering up the lower part of it I shewed it to Leah.
“But her breast is like any other,” said Leah.
“Take away your handkerchief.”
“Take it back; it’s disgusting. It’s well enough done,” she added, with a burst of laughter, “but it’s no novelty for me.”
“No novelty for you?”
“Of course not; every girl does like that before she gets married.”