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The
voice
out
of
the
uttermost
night
,
the
life
!
The
man
heard
it
beneath
him
with
a
kind
of
awe
,
as
his
life
sprang
out
into
her
.
And
as
it
subsided
,
he
subsided
too
and
lay
utterly
still
,
unknowing
,
while
her
grip
on
him
slowly
relaxed
,
and
she
lay
inert
.
And
they
lay
and
knew
nothing
,
not
even
of
each
other
,
both
lost
.
Till
at
last
he
began
to
rouse
and
become
aware
of
his
defenceless
nakedness
,
and
she
was
aware
that
his
body
was
loosening
its
clasp
on
her
.
He
was
coming
apart
;
but
in
her
breast
she
felt
she
could
not
bear
him
to
leave
her
uncovered
.
He
must
cover
her
now
for
ever
.
But
he
drew
away
at
last
,
and
kissed
her
and
covered
her
over
,
and
began
to
cover
himself
.
She
lay
looking
up
to
the
boughs
of
the
tree
,
unable
as
yet
to
move
.
He
stood
and
fastened
up
his
breeches
,
looking
round
.
All
was
dense
and
silent
,
save
for
the
awed
dog
that
lay
with
its
paws
against
its
nose
.
He
sat
down
again
on
the
brushwood
and
took
Connie
’
s
hand
in
silence
.
She
turned
and
looked
at
him
.
’
We
came
off
together
that
time
,
’
he
said
.
She
did
not
answer
.
’
It
’
s
good
when
it
’
s
like
that
.
Most
folks
live
their
lives
through
and
they
never
know
it
,
’
he
said
,
speaking
rather
dreamily
.
She
looked
into
his
brooding
face
.
’
Do
they
?
’
she
said
.
’
Are
you
glad
?
’
He
looked
back
into
her
eyes
.
’
Glad
,
’
he
said
,
’
Ay
,
but
never
mind
.
’
He
did
not
want
her
to
talk
.
And
he
bent
over
her
and
kissed
her
,
and
she
felt
,
so
he
must
kiss
her
for
ever
.
At
last
she
sat
up
.
’
Don
’
t
people
often
come
off
together
?
’
she
asked
with
naive
curiosity
.
