He did not want to say anything.

All the same, he murmured feebly: "Even in the purest of loves we cannot escape from ourselves." "Oh," she said with a gesture of pious protest, the vehemence of which surprised me, "that is not the same thing.

Don't say that, don't say that!" It seemed to me there was a vague regret in her voice and the dream of a new dream in her eyes.
She dispelled it with a shake of her head.
"How happy I was! I felt rejuvenated, like a new being.

I had a sense of modesty again.

I remember that I did not dare to show the tip of my foot from under my dress.