1 The lovers were just entering the grounds of the pension.
2 The lovers got up, with only a silent protest, and walked slowly away somewhere else.
3 The lovers, who had laid their plans the night before, were already strolling toward the wharf.
4 Beholding Mrs. Pontellier make her appearance, the girl had at once suspected a lovers' rendezvous.
5 She had one of her own to tell, of a woman who paddled away with her lover one night in a pirogue and never came back.
6 Two young lovers were exchanging their hearts' yearnings beneath the children's tent, which they had found unoccupied.
7 The children all scampered off to the awning, and they stood there in a line, gazing upon the intruding lovers, still exchanging their vows and sighs.
8 The lovers were profiting by the general conversation on Mexico to speak in whispers of matters which they rightly considered were interesting to no one but themselves.
9 He did not lead the way, however, he directed the way; and he himself loitered behind with the lovers, who had betrayed a disposition to linger and hold themselves apart.
10 They could feel the hot breath of the Southern night; they could hear the long sweep of the pirogue through the glistening moonlit water, the beating of birds' wings, rising startled from among the reeds in the salt-water pools; they could see the faces of the lovers, pale, close together, rapt in oblivious forgetfulness, drifting into the unknown.