Ah, how you wish for her all day! How many of these dear creatures have I met this way, and how wildly in love I would have been had I known them more intimately. What difference does it make? She brushes against you, and a cold shiver runs down your spine. Oh, if you could only take her in your arms and fondle and kiss her! Her glance may be timid or bold, her hair light or dark. "Is it a young girl running errands for some store, a young woman returning from church, or hastening to see her lover? What do you care? Her well-rounded bosom shows through the thin waist. She approaches, and you say to yourself: 'Look out, here she is!' You come closer to her and you devour her with your eyes. You can recognize her by the flower on her hat, the toss of her head, or her gait. I tell you it's great! You see her in the distance, while still a block away you already know that she is going to please you at closer quarters. "One saunters along, head up, mind alert, and eyes open. By Jove, how tempting they are in their light, thin dresses, which occasionally give one a glimpse of the delicate pink flesh beneath! The city is gay, and everybody notices the women. What a delightful, charming sight! The dainty perfume of violet is everywhere. The little women, daintily tripping along, seem to blossom out like flowers. “By Jove, it's great! Walk along the streets on some spring morning.
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