You love each other so much!...

Life is worth living only because of love." And Freya, as though irresistibly affected by these counsels, threw one arm around the doctor's globular, corseted figure, while convulsively clasping Ulysses' right hand.
The gold-rimmed spectacles, with their protecting gleam, appeared to incite them to even greater intimacy.

"You may kiss each other...." And the imposing dame, trumping up an insignificant pretext, so as to facilitate their love-making was about to go out when the drapery of the door between the salon and office was raised.
There entered a man of Ferragut's age, but shorter, with a weather-beaten face.

He was dressed in the English style with scrupulous correctness.

It was plain to be seen that he was accustomed to take the most excessive and childish interest in everything referring to the adornment of his person.