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’
Let
me
come
in
then
,
’
he
said
softly
.
’
An
’
take
off
your
mackintosh
.
’
He
hung
up
his
gun
,
slipped
out
of
his
wet
leather
jacket
,
and
reached
for
the
blankets
.
’
I
brought
another
blanket
,
’
he
said
,
’
so
we
can
put
one
over
us
if
you
like
.
’
’
I
can
’
t
stay
long
,
’
she
said
.
’
Dinner
is
half
-
past
seven
.
’
He
looked
at
her
swiftly
,
then
at
his
watch
.
’
All
right
,
’
he
said
.
He
shut
the
door
,
and
lit
a
tiny
light
in
the
hanging
hurricane
lamp
.
’
One
time
we
’
ll
have
a
long
time
,
’
he
said
.
He
put
the
blankets
down
carefully
,
one
folded
for
her
head
.
Then
he
sat
down
a
moment
on
the
stool
,
and
drew
her
to
him
,
holding
her
close
with
one
arm
,
feeling
for
her
body
with
his
free
hand
.
She
heard
the
catch
of
his
intaken
breath
as
he
found
her
.
Under
her
frail
petticoat
she
was
naked
.
’
Eh
!
what
it
is
to
touch
thee
!
’
he
said
,
as
his
finger
caressed
the
delicate
,
warm
,
secret
skin
of
her
waist
and
hips
.
He
put
his
face
down
and
rubbed
his
cheek
against
her
belly
and
against
her
thighs
again
and
again
.
And
again
she
wondered
a
little
over
the
sort
of
rapture
it
was
to
him
.
She
did
not
understand
the
beauty
he
found
in
her
,
through
touch
upon
her
living
secret
body
,
almost
the
ecstasy
of
beauty
.
For
passion
alone
is
awake
to
it
.
And
when
passion
is
dead
,
or
absent
,
then
the
magnificent
throb
of
beauty
is
incomprehensible
and
even
a
little
despicable
;
warm
,
live
beauty
of
contact
,
so
much
deeper
than
the
beauty
of
vision
.
She
felt
the
glide
of
his
cheek
on
her
thighs
and
belly
and
buttocks
,
and
the
close
brushing
of
his
moustache
and
his
soft
thick
hair
,
and
her
knees
began
to
quiver
.
Far
down
in
her
she
felt
a
new
stirring
,
a
new
nakedness
emerging
.
And
she
was
half
afraid
.
Half
she
wished
he
would
not
caress
her
so
.
He
was
encompassing
her
somehow
.
Yet
she
was
waiting
,
waiting
.
And
when
he
came
into
her
,
with
an
intensification
of
relief
and
consummation
that
was
pure
peace
to
him
,
still
she
was
waiting
.
She
felt
herself
a
little
left
out
.
And
she
knew
,
partly
it
was
her
own
fault
.
She
willed
herself
into
this
separateness
.
Now
perhaps
she
was
condemned
to
it
.
She
lay
still
,
feeling
his
motion
within
her
,
his
deep
-
sunk
intentness
,
the
sudden
quiver
of
him
at
the
springing
of
his
seed
,
then
the
slow
-
subsiding
thrust
.
That
thrust
of
the
buttocks
,
surely
it
was
a
little
ridiculous
.
If
you
were
a
woman
,
and
a
part
in
all
the
business
,
surely
that
thrusting
of
the
man
’
s
buttocks
was
supremely
ridiculous
.
