图片作者：罗澜（我学生）

I ran into her on the street. Her face, appealing, a little wan; her languorous eyes an olive color; seemingly twenty, with an queer eye for clothing--the color of the dress, the collar's shape---aimlessly wandering the street, as if still dazed from the illicit passion, the quite illicit passion that was distilled into the warm beauty of a balmy night.