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Surely
the
man
was
intensely
ridiculous
in
this
posture
and
this
act
!
But
she
lay
still
,
without
recoil
.
Even
when
he
had
finished
,
she
did
not
rouse
herself
to
get
a
grip
on
her
own
satisfaction
,
as
she
had
done
with
Michaelis
;
she
lay
still
,
and
the
tears
slowly
filled
and
ran
from
her
eyes
.
He
lay
still
,
too
.
But
he
held
her
close
and
tried
to
cover
her
poor
naked
legs
with
his
legs
,
to
keep
them
warm
.
He
lay
on
her
with
a
close
,
undoubting
warmth
.
’
Are
yer
cold
?
’
he
asked
,
in
a
soft
,
small
voice
,
as
if
she
were
close
,
so
close
.
Whereas
she
was
left
out
,
distant
.
’
No
!
But
I
must
go
,
’
she
said
gently
.
He
sighed
,
held
her
closer
,
then
relaxed
to
rest
again
.
He
had
not
guessed
her
tears
.
He
thought
she
was
there
with
him
.
’
I
must
go
,
’
she
repeated
.
He
lifted
himself
kneeled
beside
her
a
moment
,
kissed
the
inner
side
of
her
thighs
,
then
drew
down
her
skirts
,
buttoning
his
own
clothes
unthinking
,
not
even
turning
aside
,
in
the
faint
,
faint
light
from
the
lantern
.
’
Tha
mun
come
ter
th
’
cottage
one
time
,
’
he
said
,
looking
down
at
her
with
a
warm
,
sure
,
easy
face
.
