Follow me! come and take it." Matho was consumed by a terrible longing.

He would have liked to possess the veil while refraining from the sacrilege.

He said to himself that perhaps it would not be necessary to take it in order to monopolise its virtue.

He did not go to the bottom of his thought but stopped at the boundary, where it terrified him.
"Come on!" he said; and they went off with rapid strides, side by side, and without speaking.
The ground rose again, and the dwellings were near.

They turned again into the narrow streets amid the darkness.