#22792 - Vixen? How's this, said the Comte, you dare use insults with your daughter? By God, he went on, rising to his feet and dragging the old thing from her litter, get out of that bed, get down on your knees, and ask to be forgiven for the language you have just employed. However, I don't for a minute deny I'd myself gladly condemn these young ladies here to be hanged, and especially Madame la Duchesse, who's lying like a cow upon my sofa and who, merely because she's got a spoonful of modified fuck in the womb, fancies no one dares touch her any more. What a disappointment for that young man, and what a discrepancy between the old Bishop's slack-sprung vent and the strait and tidy cunt of a little thirteen-year-old virgin! But Zélamir was having to deal with people who were deaf to common-sense arguments.