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But I can see for myself, for instance, that your silk skirt is
glowing hot, and that if I laid my face in your lap I should
burn myself.”
She made an involuntary movement with her hand across her
lap.
“It attracts the sun; there are sparks in your hair, and the
sunrays filter through your eyes. Your mouth is quite
transparent; it looks like a raspberry in the sun.”
She smiled, looking a little embarrassed.
“Will you give me a kiss?” he said suddenly.
“‘L’invitation à la valse?’” She smiled lightly.
“I don’t know — but you cannot be cross with me because
I ask you for one single little kiss — on a day like this. I am
only telling you what I am longing for, and, after all, why
could you not do it?”
She did not move.
“Is there any reason why not? — I shall not try to kiss you,
but I cannot see why you should not bend down for a second
and give me a tiny little kiss as you sit there with the sun right
on your lips. It is no more to you than when you pat a
bambino on the head and give him a soldo. It is nothing to you,
Jenny, and to me it is all I wish for — just this moment I long
for it so much,” he said, smiling.
She bent suddenly down and kissed him. Only for a second
did he feel her hair and lips brush his cheek, and he saw the
movement of her body under the black silk as she bent down
and rose again. Her face, he noticed, which was smiling
serenely as she kissed him, now looked embarrassed, almost
frightened. He did not move, but lay still, musing contentedly
in the sunshine. She became herself again.
“There, you see,” he said at last laughingly, “your mouth
is exactly as before; the sun is shining on your lips, right into
the blood. It was nothing to you — and I am so happy. You
must not believe that I want you to think of me — I only want
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