Permit me to come again and let us suffer together." Such lively sympathy took possession of me that without reflection I kissed her; it did not occur to my mind that it could offend her, and she did not appear even to notice it.
Our conversation continued in this tone of expansive friendship.

She told me her sorrows, I told her mine, and between these two experiences which touched each other, I felt arise a sweetness, a celestial accord born of two voices in anguish.

All this time I had seen nothing but her face.

Suddenly I noticed that her dress was in disorder.

It appeared singular to me that, seeing my embarrassment, she did not rearrange it, and I turned my head to give her an opportunity.