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’
It
’
s
quarter
past
seven
,
’
he
said
,
’
you
’
ll
do
it
.
’
He
had
changed
his
voice
,
seemed
to
feel
her
distance
.
As
they
turned
the
last
bend
in
the
riding
towards
the
hazel
wall
and
the
gate
,
he
blew
out
the
light
.
’
We
’
ll
see
from
here
,
’
be
said
,
taking
her
gently
by
the
arm
.
But
it
was
difficult
,
the
earth
under
their
feet
was
a
mystery
,
but
he
felt
his
way
by
tread
:
he
was
used
to
it
.
At
the
gate
he
gave
her
his
electric
torch
.
’
It
’
s
a
bit
lighter
in
the
park
,
’
he
said
;
’
but
take
it
for
fear
you
get
off
th
’
path
.
’
It
was
true
,
there
seemed
a
ghost
-
glimmer
of
greyness
in
the
open
space
of
the
park
.
He
suddenly
drew
her
to
him
and
whipped
his
hand
under
her
dress
again
,
feeling
her
warm
body
with
his
wet
,
chill
hand
.
’
I
could
die
for
the
touch
of
a
woman
like
thee
,
’
he
said
in
his
throat
.
’
If
tha
’
would
stop
another
minute
.
’
She
felt
the
sudden
force
of
his
wanting
her
again
.
’
No
,
I
must
run
,
’
she
said
,
a
little
wildly
.
’
Ay
,
’
he
replied
,
suddenly
changed
,
letting
her
go
.
She
turned
away
,
and
on
the
instant
she
turned
back
to
him
saying
:
’
Kiss
me
.
’
He
bent
over
her
indistinguishable
and
kissed
her
on
the
left
eye
.
She
held
her
mouth
and
he
softly
kissed
it
,
but
at
once
drew
away
.
He
hated
mouth
kisses
.
’
I
’
ll
come
tomorrow
,
’
she
said
,
drawing
away
;
’
if
I
can
,
’
she
added
.
