en he rang, after a time, she would appear at once. And then he would say: "I think I'd rather you shaved me this morning.” Her heart gave a little thrill, and she replied with extra softness: "Very good, Sir Clifford!" She was very deft, with a soft, lingering touch, a little slow. At first he had resented the infinitely soft touch of her lingers on his face. But now he liked it, with a growing voluptuousness. He let her shave him nearly every day: her face near his, her eyes so very concentrated, watching that she did it right. And gradually her fingertips knew his cheeks and lips, his jaw and chin and throat perfectly. He was well-fed and well-liking, his face and throat were handsome enough and he was a gentleman.

少顷，他按铃示意，她立马就位。接下来，他便发号施令：“今天还是你来帮我刮脸为好。”她的心房微微震颤，更为轻声细语地答道：“遵命，克利福德爵士！”她的动作敏捷熟练，触碰轻柔缠绵，稍显缓慢。起初，他很反感她的手指在自己脸上没完没了的抚触。但现在，他却陶醉其中，享受着日益增强的快感。他几乎每天都让她给自己刮脸，两人的脸庞贴得很近，她总是聚精会神，生怕哪里出了岔子。渐渐地，她的指尖彻底熟悉了他的脸颊、他的双唇、他的下颚以及脖项。他养尊处优，红光满面，脸孔和脖项也算得标致，是位地道的贵族。

She was handsome too, pal