Even while I spoke with her, she would doze off into a little sleep, and presently awake again without embarrassment; and this composure staggered me.

And again, as I marked her make infinitesimal changes in her posture, savouring and lingering on the bodily pleasure of the movement, I was driven to wonder at this depth of passive sensuality.

She lived in her body; and her consciousness was all sunk into and disseminated through her members, where it luxuriously dwelt.

Lastly, I could not grow accustomed to her eyes.

Each time she turned on me these great beautiful and meaningless orbs, wide open to the day, but closed against human inquiry--each time I had occasion to observe the lively changes of her pupils which expanded and contracted in a breath--I know not what it was came over me, I can find no name for the mingled feeling of disappointment, annoyance, and distaste that jarred along my nerves.