With her eyes alone she could give this response, this absolutely erotic response, as if febrile waves were trembling there, pools of madness... something devouring that could lick a man all over like a flame, annihilate him, with a pleasure never known before.

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

There is a perfection in everything that cannot be owned.

We must avoid possession," he said. "But, oh, let me kiss you.

Even when they did not look at each other or speak to each other, he could feel a powerful current between them.

He never treated her as a wife. He wooed her over and over again, with presents, flowers, new pleasures.