I bet you don't play bear like me." It was still charming enough.

As bear she amused him with her white skin and her fell of ruddy hair.

He used to laugh and go down on all fours, too, and growl and bite her calves, while she ran from him with an affectation of terror.
"Are we beasts, eh ?" she would end by saying.

"You've no notion how ugly you are, my pet! Just think if they were to see you like that at the Tuileries!" But ere long these little games were spoiled.

It was not cruelty in her case, for she was still a good-natured girl; it was as though a passing wind of madness were blowing ever more strongly in the shut-up bedroom.
A storm of lust disordered their brains, plunged them into the delirious imaginations of the flesh.