Her mouth half-opened seemed to solicit a kiss: He bent over her; he joined his lips to hers, and drew in the fragrance of her breath with rapture.
This momentary pleasure increased his longing for still greater.

His desires were raised to that frantic height by which Brutes are agitated.

He resolved not to delay for one instant longer the accomplishment of his wishes, and hastily proceeded to tear off those garments which impeded the gratification of his lust.
'Gracious God!' exclaimed a voice behind him; 'Am I not deceived?
Is not this an illusion ?' Terror, confusion, and disappointment accompanied these words, as they struck Ambrosio's hearing.

He started, and turned towards it.

Elvira stood at the door of the chamber, and regarded the Monk with looks of surprize and detestation.
A frightful dream had represented to her Antonia on the verge of a precipice.