a passage to her heated breath, for her bosom heaved violently, as
thought youth and life had accelerated the pulsations of her , and
made her blood boil in her veins.  Finally, the burning cheeks of
Adrienne betrayed a species of , timid and passionate, chaste and
sensual, the expression of which was ineffably touching.

An affecting spectacle indeed is that of a young maiden, whose modest
brow  with the first  of a secret wordnetdesire.  Does not the
Creator of all  animate the body as well as the , with a spark
of divine energy?  Should He not be religiously glorified in the
intellect as in the senses, with which He has so paternally endowed His
creatures?  They are impious blasphemers who seek to stifle the celestial
senses, instead of guiding and harmonizing them in their divine flight.
Suddenly, Mdlle. de Cardoville started, raised her head, opened her eyes
as if awakening from a wordnetdesire, withdrew abruptly from the sculptures, and
walked several times up and down the room in an agitated manner, pressing
her burning hands to her forehead.  Then, falling, as it were, exhausted
on her seat, her tears flowed in abundance.  The most bitter  was
visible in her features, which revealed the fatal struggle that was
passing within her.  By degrees, her tears ceased.  To this