Then his legs curved under him and he fell on the floor.

In a bored voice she added this simple advice: "Ah, don't be a baby!" But he was one already.

Dropping at her feet, he had put his arms round her waist and was hugging her closely, pressing his face hard against her knees.

When he felt her thus--when he once more divined the presence of her velvety limbs beneath the thin fabric of her dress--he was suddenly convulsed and trembled, as it were, with fever, while madly, savagely, he pressed his face against her knees as though he had been anxious to force through her flesh.

The old chair creaked, and beneath the low ceiling, where the air was pungent with stale perfumes, smothered sobs of desire were audible.
"Well, and after ?" Nana began saying, letting him do as he would.