1 It seems that a man always does find a girl alone.
2 The girl went on her knees, and bent over me, simply gloating.
3 The fair girl shook her head coquettishly, and the other two urged her on.
4 I know now what I would do if I were a man and wanted to make a girl love me.
5 The fair girl advanced and bent over me till I could feel the movement of her breath upon me.
6 Poor girl, she has so much to forget that it is no wonder that sleep, if it brings oblivion to her, does her good.
7 The fourth was only a young girl, and the drug had evidently affected her more strongly, so I lifted her on the sofa and let her sleep.
8 The dear girl was more affectionate with me than ever, and clung to me as though she would detain me; but there was much to be talked of and I came away.
9 The whole bed would have been drenched to a scarlet with the blood which the girl must have lost to leave such a pallor as she had before the transfusion.
10 Here was a poor girl putting aside the terrors which she naturally had of death to go watch alone by the bier of the mistress whom she loved, so that the poor clay might not be lonely till laid to eternal rest.
11 He was very pale, and his eyes seemed bulging out as, half in terror and half in amazement, he gazed at a tall, thin man, with a beaky nose and black moustache and pointed beard, who was also observing the pretty girl.