That first glance of a soul as yet unknown to itself is like dawn breaking in the sky. It is the awakening of something resplendent and strange. Nothing can convey the dangerous charm of that unexpected glimmering that all of a sudden vaguely illuminates an enchanting darkness, and that comprises all present innocence and all future passion. It is a sort of undefined tenderness in waiting that accidentally reveals itself. It is a trap that innocence unwittingly lays, in which it catches hearts without intending to, and without knowing it. It is a virgin with a woman’s gaze.
