"Tadzio followed his family; in the narrowest passages, he would leave the educator and the austere sisters go before him and, walking lazily on his own, he would turn his head to make sure, with a gaze of those extraordinarily grey eyes thrown from over his shoulder, that his devotee was following him. He could see him and he didn't intend to betray him.
Drunk with this certainty, bewitched by those eyes, besotted by his passion, the enamored man ran after his illicit hope."
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