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’
No
!
’
she
said
.
But
she
could
feel
his
consciousness
straying
,
listening
to
the
noises
outside
.
’
It
’
ll
be
nearly
dark
,
’
he
said
.
And
she
heard
the
pressure
of
circumstances
in
his
voice
.
She
kissed
him
,
with
a
woman
’
s
grief
at
yielding
up
her
hour
.
He
rose
,
and
turned
up
the
lantern
,
then
began
to
pull
on
his
clothes
,
quickly
disappearing
inside
them
.
Then
he
stood
there
,
above
her
,
fastening
his
breeches
and
looking
down
at
her
with
dark
,
wide
-
eyes
,
his
face
a
little
flushed
and
his
hair
ruffled
,
curiously
warm
and
still
and
beautiful
in
the
dim
light
of
the
lantern
,
so
beautiful
,
she
would
never
tell
him
how
beautiful
.
It
made
her
want
to
cling
fast
to
him
,
to
hold
him
,
for
there
was
a
warm
,
half
-
sleepy
remoteness
in
his
beauty
that
made
her
want
to
cry
out
and
clutch
him
,
to
have
him
.
She
would
never
have
him
.
So
she
lay
on
the
blanket
with
curved
,
soft
naked
haunches
,
and
he
had
no
idea
what
she
was
thinking
,
but
to
him
too
she
was
beautiful
,
the
soft
,
marvellous
thing
he
could
go
into
,
beyond
everything
.
’
I
love
thee
that
I
can
go
into
thee
,
’
he
said
.
’
Do
you
like
me
?
’
she
said
,
her
heart
beating
.
’
It
heals
it
all
up
,
that
I
can
go
into
thee
.
I
love
thee
that
tha
opened
to
me
.
I
love
thee
that
I
came
into
thee
like
that
.
’
He
bent
down
and
kissed
her
soft
flank
,
rubbed
his
cheek
against
it
,
then
covered
it
up
.
’
And
will
you
never
leave
me
?
’
she
said
.
