Though unconscious of being observed, an inbred sense of modesty induced her to veil her charms; and She stood hesitating upon the brink, in the attitude of the Venus de Medicis.

At this moment a tame Linnet flew towards her, nestled its head between her breasts, and nibbled them in wanton play.

The smiling Antonia strove in vain to shake off the Bird, and at length raised her hands to drive it from its delightful harbour.

Ambrosio could bear no more: His desires were worked up to phrenzy.
'I yield!' He cried, dashing the mirror upon the ground: 'Matilda, I follow you! Do with me what you will!' She waited not to hear his consent repeated.

It was already midnight.
She flew to her Cell, and soon returned with her little basket and the Key of the Cemetery, which had remained in her possession since her first visit to the Vaults.