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Then
he
woke
up
and
looked
at
the
light
.
The
curtains
were
drawn
.
He
listened
to
the
loud
wild
calling
of
blackbirds
and
thrushes
in
the
wood
.
It
would
be
a
brilliant
morning
,
about
half
past
five
,
his
hour
for
rising
.
He
had
slept
so
fast
!
It
was
such
a
new
day
!
The
woman
was
still
curled
asleep
and
tender
.
His
hand
moved
on
her
,
and
she
opened
her
blue
wondering
eyes
,
smiling
unconsciously
into
his
face
.
’
Are
you
awake
?
’
she
said
to
him
.
He
was
looking
into
her
eyes
.
He
smiled
,
and
kissed
her
.
And
suddenly
she
roused
and
sat
up
.
’
Fancy
that
I
am
here
!
’
she
said
.
She
looked
round
the
whitewashed
little
bedroom
with
its
sloping
ceiling
and
gable
window
where
the
white
curtains
were
closed
.
The
room
was
bare
save
for
a
little
yellow
-
painted
chest
of
drawers
,
and
a
chair
:
and
the
smallish
white
bed
in
which
she
lay
with
him
.
’
Fancy
that
we
are
here
!
’
she
said
,
looking
down
at
him
.
He
was
lying
watching
her
,
stroking
her
breasts
with
his
fingers
,
under
the
thin
nightdress
.
When
he
was
warm
and
smoothed
out
,
he
looked
young
and
handsome
.
His
eyes
could
look
so
warm
.
And
she
was
fresh
and
young
like
a
flower
.
’
I
want
to
take
this
off
!
’
she
said
,
gathering
the
thin
batiste
nightdress
and
pulling
it
over
her
head
.
She
sat
there
with
bare
shoulders
and
longish
breasts
faintly
golden
.
He
loved
to
make
her
breasts
swing
softly
,
like
bells
.
’
You
must
take
off
your
pyjamas
too
,
’
she
said
.
’
Eh
,
nay
!
’
’
Yes
!
Yes
!
’
she
commanded
.
