Involuntarily he stretched out his arms towards her with a gesture of appeal.

Marcolina, as if rejecting this appeal, waved him away with her left hand, while with the right she continued to grasp her raiment convulsively.

Casanova sat up, his eyes riveted upon her.

Neither was able to look away from the other.

His expression was one of rage and shame; hers was one of shame and disgust.