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The two returned to their adolescent period, loving each other as they had never loved before, with the confident and childish passion of fifteen-year-olds.
Julio had leaped from childhood to libertinism, taking his initiation into life at a single bound.

She had desired marriage in order to acquire the respect and liberty of a married woman, but feeling towards her husband only a vague gratitude.

"We end where others begin," she had said to Desnoyers.
Their passion took the form of an intense, reciprocal and vulgar love.
They felt a romantic sentimentality in clasping hands or exchanging kisses on a garden bench in the twilight.

He was treasuring a ringlet of Marguerite's--although he doubted its genuineness, with a vague suspicion that it might be one of the latest wisps of fashion.

She would cuddle down with her head on his shoulder, as though imploring his protection, although always in the open air.