She had as earrings two little sapphire scales, each supporting a hollow pearl filled with liquid scent.

A little drop would fall every moment through the holes in the pearl and moisten her naked shoulder.

Matho watched it fall.
He was carried away by ungovernable curiosity; and, like a child laying his hand upon a strange fruit, he tremblingly and lightly touched the top of her chest with the tip of his finger: the flesh, which was somewhat cold, yielded with an elastic resistance.
This contact, though scarcely a sensible one, shook Matho to the very depths of his nature.

An uprising of his whole being urged him towards her.

He would fain have enveloped her, absorbed her, drunk her.