“They remained silent, while the bronze tolling passed over their heads so powerfully that they seemed to hear it in the very roots of their hair like a quiver of their flesh.” PassionateItalyDecadent Book:The Flame Source: The Flame
“He followed the glances of some of them like a ray of love directed at a woman seated somewhere, engrossed in her own thoughts, made languorous by secret delights and softened in some impure way, with a snow-white face in which her mouth opened like a hive damp with honey.” PassionateItalyDecadent Book:The flame = (il fuoco) - Scholar's Choice Edition Source: The flame = (il fuoco) - Scholar's Choice Edition
