There is no sound in the building under the one round window bending over us.

We lean on each other because of the stair's narrowness.

Her warmth enters into me; I feel myself agitated by that obscure light which radiates from her.

I share with her the heat of her body and her thought itself.

The darkness deepens round us.
Hardly can I see the crouching girl there, warm and hollowed like a nest.
I call her by her name, very quietly, and it is as though I made a loud avowal! She turns, and it seems that this is the first time I have seen her naked face.