The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume III (of 8)

nging merrily from dawn till dusk, and saw her sitting dreaming

nt kisses from the tips of her fi

wood. When she chatted with the passers-by, when she tried furtively to open the gate of the enclosure and to make her escape, her father beat her as if she had

f her love, and at night, she rolled about on her bed, bit the sheets, moaned, stretched herself out for imaginary embraces, maddened by the sensual heat with which her body was still palpitating. She called out Tiennou's name aloud, s