ant and the landlord''s daughter!" She teased him. "What a classic plot!"
In the evening, the two walked hand in hand along the boulevards, talking about their playful and learning-filled time in the small studio in Rouen.
"We were once a pupil and a tutor too! Doesn''t it sound very much like Julie and Saint-Preux in The New Heloise?" Edith mischievously kidded him.
At Percys'' dinner table, they kept exchanging caressing glances.
While Margot and Philippe were buried in their food, Edith wickedly extended her foot from under her skirt, leaving light taps on Andre''s shoe and knee across from her.
He nervously looked around and then complained to her with his eyes about her boldness.
The lassie felt like she had conquered unconquerable virtue, complacently winking at him.
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On a morning, she sent him to a meeting, and as they said their goodbyes, she unbuttoned his collar and tousled his hair.
Lost in the bliss of love, the beau actually forgot to check his appearance in the mirror before leaving.
He stood exactly like that before the National Convention with his collar open wide, revealing a clear, fair neck and chest, and sort of messy blonde hair, oratorizing on the podium, "… towards the enemies of liberty, no matter how harsh we are, would it become too much?!"
"Quenet seems a bit different today," a chubby member of the Convention remarked puzzled to his colleague. "He doesn''t seem to hold his own head as the beacon of the republic anymore."
"Amazing! Today the apostle''s bow tie is actually not tied up to his chin!" his colleague echoed, stroking his beard.
"There is a saying that those who have escaped death will undergo a major transformation in their disposition," another senator added, "perhaps Quenet has finally decided to change course and become a valentine that matches his appearance, rather than shaping himself into a revolutionary textbook."
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Throughout the wonderful Floréal, two sincere souls loved each other to their hearts'' content.
Since becoming lovers, Edith and Andre no longer had so much to say to each other instead as before. They often sat together in silence for hours,