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You and I are married, no matter what happens to us. And habit, to my thinking, is more vital than any occasional excitement. Little by little, living together, two people fall into a sort of unison, they vibrate so intricately to one another. That's the real secret of marriage, not sex; at least not the simple function of sex. If we stick to that we ought to be able to arrange this sex thing, as we arrange going to the dentist; since fate has given us a checkmate physically there." Connie sat and listened in a sort of wonder, and a sort of fear. There was Michaelis, whom she loved; so she said to herself. But her love was somehow only an excursion from her marriage with Clifford; the sexiest naked women selfshot ass pics in the world long, slow habit of intimacy, formed through years of suffering and patience. Perhaps the human soul needs excursions, and must not be denied them. But the point of an excursion is that you come home again.

"And wouldn't you mind _what_ man's child I had?" she asked. "Why, Connie, I should trust your natural instinct of decency and selection. You just wouldn't let the wrong sort of fellow touch you." She thought of Michaelis! He was absolutely Clifford's idea of the wrong sort of fellow. "But men and women may have different feelings about the wrong sort of fellow," she said. I don't believe you would ever care for a man who was purely antipathetic to me. Logic might be unanswerable because it was so absolutely wrong.

"And should you expect me to tell you?" she asked, glancing up at him almost furtively. But you do agree with me, don't you, that the casual sex thing is nothing, compared to the long life lived together? Don't you think one can just subordinate the sex thing to the necessities of a long life? After all, _do_ these temporary excitements matter? Isn't the whole problem of life the slow building up of an integral personality, through the years? If lack of sex is going to disintegrate you, then go out and have a love affair. If lack of a child is going to disintegrate you, then have a child if you possibly can.

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I think I do, really." She was watching a brown spaniel that had run out of a side-path, and was looking toward them with lifted nose, making a soft, fluffy bark.

A man with a gun strode swiftly, softly out after the dog, facing their way as if about to attack them; then stopped instead, saluted, and was turning down hill. It was only the new gamekeeper, but he had frightened Connie, he seemed to emerge with such a swift menace. That was how she had seen him, like the sudden rush of a threat out of nowhere. He was a man in dark-green velveteens and gaiters ... the old style, with a red face and red moustache and distant eyes. The man faced lightly round, and saluted with a quick little gesture, a soldier!

The man at once slung his gun over his shoulder, and came forward with the same curious swift, yet soft movements, as if keeping invisible.