He would rather that Lygia act thus out of love for him, his face, his eyes, his statuesque form, - in a word, for reasons because of which more than once snow-white Grecian and Roman arms had been wound around his neck.
Still he felt all at once, that, were she like other women, something would be lacking in her. He was amazed, and knew not what was happening to him; for he saw that new feelings of some kind were rising in him, new likings, strange to the world in which he had lived hitherto.
She opened her eyes then, and, seeing that Vinicius was gazing at her, she approached him and said, -
"I am with thee."
"I saw thy soul in a dream," replied he.
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