nam simul id factumst, multis diluta labella guttis abstersti mollibus articulis, ne quicquam nostro contractum ex ore maneret, tamquam commictae spurca saliva lupae.
for no sooner was it done, than you washed your lips clean with plenty of water, and wiped them with your dainty fingers, that no contagion from my mouth might remain, as though it were the foul spit of some filthy whore.
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