Anonymous, The Autobiography of a Flea — Chapter VIII (1887)
“ Ah, how nice that is, " sighed the lad— " who could have thought that you were so near me, when I felt so bad, and it first began to throb and swell so just now. "" This is very, very wicked, " remarked the young lady, tightening her grasp, and feeling the rankling flames of lust rising higher and higher within her; " this is dreadfully wrong and naughty, you know it is, you bad boy. "" Did you see what those horses were doing in the meadow? " asked the boy, looking wonderingly at Bella, whose beauty seemed to dawn upon his dull mind, as the sun steals over a showery landscape. ”
