--Other hand! shouted the prefect of studies. Her image had passed into his soul for ever and no word had broken the holy silence of his ecstasy. The names of articles of dress worn by women or of certain soft and delicate stuffs used in their making brought always to his mind a delicate and sinful perfume. Evening had fallen when he woke and the sand and arid grasses of his bed glowed no longer.
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