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’
Why
,
what
else
?
’
he
said
.
And
he
stepped
up
to
her
and
put
his
arms
around
her
.
She
felt
the
front
of
his
body
terribly
near
to
her
,
and
alive
.
’
Oh
,
not
now
,
not
now
,
’
she
cried
,
trying
to
push
him
away
.
’
Why
not
?
It
’
s
only
six
o
’
clock
.
You
’
ve
got
half
an
hour
.
Nay
!
Nay
!
I
want
you
.
’
He
held
her
fast
and
she
felt
his
urgency
.
Her
old
instinct
was
to
fight
for
her
freedom
.
But
something
else
in
her
was
strange
and
inert
and
heavy
.
His
body
was
urgent
against
her
,
and
she
hadn
’
t
the
heart
any
more
to
fight
.
He
looked
around
.
’
Come
-
-
come
here
!
Through
here
,
’
he
said
,
looking
penetratingly
into
the
dense
fir
-
trees
,
that
were
young
and
not
more
than
half
-
grown
.
He
looked
back
at
her
.
She
saw
his
eyes
,
tense
and
brilliant
,
fierce
,
not
loving
.
But
her
will
had
left
her
.
A
strange
weight
was
on
her
limbs
.
She
was
giving
way
.
She
was
giving
up
.
He
led
her
through
the
wall
of
prickly
trees
,
that
were
difficult
to
come
through
,
to
a
place
where
was
a
little
space
and
a
pile
of
dead
boughs
.
He
threw
one
or
two
dry
ones
down
,
put
his
coat
and
waistcoat
over
them
,
and
she
had
to
lie
down
there
under
the
boughs
of
the
tree
,
like
an
animal
,
while
he
waited
,
standing
there
in
his
shirt
and
breeches
,
watching
her
with
haunted
eyes
.
But
still
he
was
provident
-
-
he
made
her
lie
properly
,
properly
.
Yet
he
broke
the
band
of
her
underclothes
,
for
she
did
not
help
him
,
only
lay
inert
.
He
too
had
bared
the
front
part
of
his
body
and
she
felt
his
naked
flesh
against
her
as
he
came
into
her
.
For
a
moment
he
was
still
inside
her
,
turgid
there
and
quivering
.
Then
as
he
began
to
move
,
in
the
sudden
helpless
orgasm
,
there
awoke
in
her
new
strange
thrills
rippling
inside
her
.
Rippling
,
rippling
,
rippling
,
like
a
flapping
overlapping
of
soft
flames
,
soft
as
feathers
,
running
to
points
of
brilliance
,
exquisite
,
exquisite
and
melting
her
all
molten
inside
.
It
was
like
bells
rippling
up
and
up
to
a
culmination
.
She
lay
unconscious
of
the
wild
little
cries
she
uttered
at
the
last
.
But
it
was
over
too
soon
,
too
soon
,
and
she
could
no
longer
force
her
own
conclusion
with
her
own
activity
.
This
was
different
,
different
.
She
could
do
nothing
.
She
could
no
longer
harden
and
grip
for
her
own
satisfaction
upon
him
.
She
could
only
wait
,
wait
and
moan
in
spirit
as
she
felt
him
withdrawing
,
withdrawing
and
contracting
,
coming
to
the
terrible
moment
when
he
would
slip
out
of
her
and
be
gone
.
Whilst
all
her
womb
was
open
and
soft
,
and
softly
clamouring
,
like
a
sea
-
anemone
under
the
tide
,
clamouring
for
him
to
come
in
again
and
make
a
fulfilment
for
her
.
She
clung
to
him
unconscious
in
passion
,
and
he
never
quite
slipped
from
her
,
and
she
felt
the
soft
bud
of
him
within
her
stirring
,
and
strange
rhythms
flushing
up
into
her
with
a
strange
rhythmic
growing
motion
,
swelling
and
swelling
till
it
filled
all
her
cleaving
consciousness
,
and
then
began
again
the
unspeakable
motion
that
was
not
really
motion
,
but
pure
deepening
whirlpools
of
sensation
swirling
deeper
and
deeper
through
all
her
tissue
and
consciousness
,
till
she
was
one
perfect
concentric
fluid
of
feeling
,
and
she
lay
there
crying
in
unconscious
inarticulate
cries
.
