The rain poured, the tempest shook the trees, the roaming dogs barked and howled as if they were hunting down some one, and the wind shook the doors as if some one was repeatedly trying to open them from the outside.

So Fanny invited her mother to come and spend the night with her.
Mrs.Meyer came, of course, and watched her daughter undress.

Why should she not?
she was her own mother! She looked at her often, and she looked at her long, in fact, she could scarce take her eyes off her.

The girl seemed to fill her with equal astonishment and rapture.

At each moment the contours of her virginal figure revealed fresh charms.