the portiere had closed behind him he was under the old influence

once more and felt his whole being melting in the damp warm air of

the place, felt his flesh penetrated by a perfume, felt himself

overborne by a voluptuous yearning for self-annihilation. Pious and

habituated to ecstatic experiences in sumptuous chapels, he there

re-encountered precisely the same mystical sensations as when he

knelt under some painted window and gave way to the intoxication of

organ music and incense. Woman swayed him as jealously and