Benumbed by emotion, we slackened our pace.

I leaned over and kissed you." "There," she said.
She put her finger on his neck.
"Gradually the kiss grew warmer.

It crept toward your lips and stopped there.

The first time it went astray, the second time it pretended it went astray.

Soon I felt against my mouth"-- he lowered his voice--"your mouth." She bowed her head, and I saw her rosy mouth.
"It was all so beautiful in the midst of the watchfulness imprisoning me," she sighed, ever returning to her mild, pathetic preoccupation.
How she needed the stimulus of remembering her emotions, whether consciously or not! The recalling of these little dramas and former perils warmed her movements, renewed her love.