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"This charming spectacle could not fail to set me on fire at once, and Ismail, faint with delight, not only convinced me that I should not restrain myself, but encouraged me to surrender to the effects which the voluptuous sight could not but produce in my soul, by himself setting the example. Like him, I found myself reduced to making the best of the object beside me to extinguish the flame kindled by the three sirens, whom we saw now in the water, now out of it, and who, though they never looked at the window, seemed to be indulging in their voluptuous sports only to burn the spectators who were intently watching them through it. I chose to believe that such was the case, which gave me only the more pleasure,and Ismail triumphed when he found that his proximity condemned him to take the place of the distant object which I could not attain. I also had to submit to his taking turnabout. It would have been impolite to refuse; I should have shown myself ungrateful, a thing that is not in my nature. Never in my life have I been so beside myself or so carried away. As I did not know which of the three nymphs was my Venetian, each of them had to play the part for me in turn, at the expense of Ismail, who seemed to have become calm. The worthy man refuted me in the pleasantest way possible and tasted the sweetest possible revenge, but if he wanted to be paid, he had to pay. I leave my reader the problem of calculating which of us profited most, for it seems to me that since Ismail had made all the expenditures the scales should tip to his side."