Her plump dress proffered her figure to my eyes, and her skirt trembled over her polished sabots.

I looked at her neck, at her throat--that extraordinary beginning.

A strong perfume that enveloped her shoulders was like the truth of her body.

Urged forward, I went towards her, and I could not even speak.
She had lowered her head a little; her eyebrows had come nearer together under the close cluster of her hair; uneasiness passed into her eyes.

She was used to the boyish mimicry of infatuated men.