Half-blown and waiting, a little voluptuous because voluptuousness already emanated from her, she was like a rose inhaling sunlight.
And I--I could not tear my eyes from them.
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After a long silence, he murmured: "Shall we stop calling each other by our first names ?" "Why ?" He seemed absorbed in thought.
"So as to begin over again," he said at last.
"Shall we, Miss Janvier ?" he asked again.
She gave a visible start at the touch of this new manner of address, at the word "Miss," as if it were a kind of embrace.
"Why, Mr.Lecoq," she ventured hesitatingly, "it is as though something had covered us, and we were removing--" Now, he became bolder.
"Shall we kiss each other on our mouths ?" She was oppressed, and could not quite smile.
"Yes," she said.
They caught hold of each other's arms and shoulders and held out their lips, as if their mouths were birds.
"Jean!" "Helene!" came softly.
It was the first thing they had found out.