The wind wrenched the words from her lips, but she continued in spite of it, till Andrea interrupted her by seizing her hand.
'Don't!' he cried--'be quiet.' They walked on struggling against the fierce gusts of wind.
'Don't go--don't leave me! I want you--want you always.' He had managed to unfasten her glove and laid hold of her bare wrist with a caressing insistent clasp that was full of tormenting desire.
She threw him one of those glances that intoxicate like wine.

They were quite near the bridge now, all rosy under the setting sun.

The river looked motionless and steely throughout its sinuous length.

Reeds swayed and shivered on the banks, and some stakes, fixed in the clay of the river-bed to fasten nets, shook with the motion of the water.
He then endeavoured to move her by reminiscences.

He recalled those first days--the ball at the Farnese palace, a certain hunting party out in the Campagna, their early morning meetings in the Piazza di Spagna in front of the jewellers' windows, or in the quiet and aristocratic Via Sistina when she came out of the Barberini palace followed by the flower girls offering her baskets of roses.
'Do you remember--do you remember ?' 'Yes.' 'And that evening--quite at the beginning, when I brought in such a mass of flowers .-- You were alone--beside the window--reading.