My first romantic love

he garden, and after patrolling all the walks without success (the rooks knew me, and merely cawed spasmodically at a distance), I chanced to go close to the low fence which separated our domain from the narrow strip of garden

ttle bags, and burst open with a pop when you strike them against anything hard. The young men presented their foreheads so eagerly, and in the gestures of the girl (I saw her in profile), there was something so fascinating, imperious, caressing, mocking, and charming, that I almost cried out with admiration and delight, and would, I thought, have given everythi

e suddenly near me: ‘is it quite permiss

ed towards me… . I caught sight of big grey eyes in a bright mobile face, and the whole face suddenly quivered and laughed, there was a flash of white teeth, a droll lifting of

I was greatly ashamed and overjoyed; I f

tea. The image of the young girl floated before me, my heart w

ther asked me all at once:

t I checked myself, and merely smiled to myself. A

t like a top all night. Before morning I woke up for an instant,