Vladimir Nabokov. Mademoiselle O
Vladimir Nabokov. MADEMOISELLE O
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In our childhood we know a lot about hands since they live and hover at the level of our stature; Mademoiselle's were unpleasant because of the froggy gloss on their tight skin besprinkled with brown ecchymotic spots. Before her time no stranger had ever stroked my face. Mademoi-selle, as soon as she came, had taken me completely aback