caught glimpses of her profile,—very long lashes and a short straight nose. There seemed to be some witchery wafted towards me from that figure.
"A cocotte? I asked Gina.
She looked at her, and nodded, with a lowering face.
We had previously been talking of love. She resumed the subject where I had interrupted her.
&hellip "Ah, but I am not by any means telling you it is absolute bliss. No. Love only intensifies all things whatever: and thus, not joy only, but pain as well. Love is an exceedingly powerful stimulant, the strengthener of all that belongs to life. And this, when all its colours are thus suddenly brightened up, becomes like some magic fairy tale, some eternal Divine Vision of life. …"
Owinski, plunged deep in his musings, was not listening to us at all, though Gina spoke especially for him. The golden fire which flashed in her eyes died out when she realized this.
"We ourselves are alone in fault; it is we who have brought about that immense misery, the fiery pain of which is now eating our
