The cheval-glass leant slightly forward in its frame of bulbous plants of supple form, terminating in closed corollas, and in this frame the mirror had the coolness of water.

A white bearskin lay stretched at the foot of the bed.
"You! You! It's you!" was all she could say.
She saw the pupils of his eyes shining and heavy with desire, and while she gazed at him a cloud gathered before her eyes.

The subtle fire of her blood, the burning of her loins, the warm breath of her lungs, the fiery colour of her face, were all blended in her mouth, and she pressed on her lover's lips a long, long kiss, a kiss pregnant with all these fires and as fresh as a flower in the dew.
They asked one another twenty things at a time, and their questions intermingled.
"Were you wretched, Robert, when you were away from me ?" "So you are making your debut at the Comedie?
"Is The Hague a pretty place ?" "Yes, a quiet little town.

Red, grey, yellow houses, with stepped gables, green shutters, and geraniums at the windows." "What did you do there ?" "Not much.

I walked round the Vijver." "You did not go with women, I should hope ?" "No, upon my word.