almost naked

The thought that she was standing there in nothing but a nightdress, almost naked in this loose garment that was open below, while outside a man walked past, so close, separated from her only by the thickness of a wooden board—this thought almost convulsed her. But what was for her most mysterious of all was that even out there there was some part of her too : for a ray of light from her candle fell through the narrow key-hole, and surely the trembling of her hand must send it quivering and flickering over the clothes of the passer-by.

Robert Musil, Five Women

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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