There is nothing in the world but love.

Lay thy head on my breast and close thy eyes." The pulse beat oppressively in Lygia's hands and temples.

A feeling seized her that she was flying into some abyss, and that Vinicius, who before had seemed so near and so trustworthy, instead of saving was drawing her toward it.

And she felt sorry for him.

She began again to dread the feast and him and herself.