Certain places, the Aire Saint-Mittre, for instance, are full of these dark "dominoes" brushing past one another, gliding softly in the warm nocturnal air.

One might imagine they were guests invited to some mysterious ball given by the stars to lowly lovers.

When the weather is very warm and the girls do not wear cloaks, they simply turn up their over-skirts.

And in the winter the more passionate lovers make light of the frosts.

Thus, Miette and Silvere, as they descended the Nice road, thought little of the chill December night.
They passed through the slumbering suburb without exchanging a word, but enjoying the mute delight of their warm embrace.