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Then
she
wondered
,
just
dimly
wondered
,
why
?
Why
was
this
necessary
?
Why
had
it
lifted
a
great
cloud
from
her
and
given
her
peace
?
Was
it
real
?
Was
it
real
?
Her
tormented
modern
-
woman
’
s
brain
still
had
no
rest
.
Was
it
real
?
And
she
knew
,
if
she
gave
herself
to
the
man
,
it
was
real
.
But
if
she
kept
herself
for
herself
it
was
nothing
.
She
was
old
;
millions
of
years
old
,
she
felt
.
And
at
last
,
she
could
bear
the
burden
of
herself
no
more
.
She
was
to
be
had
for
the
taking
.
To
be
had
for
the
taking
.
The
man
lay
in
a
mysterious
stillness
.
What
was
he
feeling
?
What
was
he
thinking
?
She
did
not
know
.
He
was
a
strange
man
to
her
,
she
did
not
know
him
.
She
must
only
wait
,
for
she
did
not
dare
to
break
his
mysterious
stillness
.
He
lay
there
with
his
arms
round
her
,
his
body
on
hers
,
his
wet
body
touching
hers
,
so
close
.
And
completely
unknown
.
Yet
not
unpeaceful
.
His
very
stillness
was
peaceful
.
She
knew
that
,
when
at
last
he
roused
and
drew
away
from
her
.
It
was
like
an
abandonment
.
He
drew
her
dress
in
the
darkness
down
over
her
knees
and
stood
a
few
moments
,
apparently
adjusting
his
own
clothing
.
Then
he
quietly
opened
the
door
and
went
out
.
She
saw
a
very
brilliant
little
moon
shining
above
the
afterglow
over
the
oaks
.
Quickly
she
got
up
and
arranged
herself
she
was
tidy
.
Then
she
went
to
the
door
of
the
hut
.
All
the
lower
wood
was
in
shadow
,
almost
darkness
.
Yet
the
sky
overhead
was
crystal
.
But
it
shed
hardly
any
light
.
He
came
through
the
lower
shadow
towards
her
,
his
face
lifted
like
a
pale
blotch
.
’
Shall
we
go
then
?
’
he
said
.
’
Where
?
’
’
I
’
ll
go
with
you
to
the
gate
.
’
He
arranged
things
his
own
way
.
He
locked
the
door
of
the
hut
and
came
after
her
.
