She had no suspicion that the love vanished from her life was there, palpitating by her side, beneath that coarse holland shirt, in that youthful heart open to the emanations of her beauty.
Elle ne se doutait point que l’amour, disparu de sa vie, palpitait là, près d’elle, sous cette chemise de grosse toile, dans ce coeur d’adolescent ouvert aux émanations de sa beauté.