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She crept nearer to him, nearer, only to be near to the sensual wonder of him.

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And she felt her questions driving him away from her. But she could feel his consciousness straying, listening to the noises outside. And she heard the pressure of circumstance in his voice. She kissed him, with a woman's grief at yielding up her hour. He rose, and turned up the lantern, then began to pull on his clothes, quickly disappearing inside them. Then he stood there, above her, fastening his breeches and looking down at her with dark, wide eyes, his face a little flushed and his hair ruffled, curiously warm and still and beautiful in the dim light of the lantern, so beautiful, she would never tell him how beautiful.

It made her want to cling fast to him, to hold him, for there was a warm, half-sleepy remoteness in his beauty that made her want to cry out and clutch him, to have him. So she lay on the blanket with curved, soft naked haunches, and he had no idea what she was thinking, but to him too she was beautiful, the soft, marvellous thing he could go into, beyond everything. I love thee that I came into thee like that." He bent down and kissed her soft flank, rubbed his cheek against it, then covered it up.

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