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And
he
took
off
his
old
cotton
pyjama
-
jacket
,
and
pushed
down
the
trousers
.
Save
for
his
hands
and
wrists
and
face
and
neck
he
was
white
as
milk
,
with
fine
slender
muscular
flesh
.
To
Connie
he
was
suddenly
piercingly
beautiful
again
,
as
when
she
had
seen
him
that
afternoon
washing
himself
.
Gold
of
sunshine
touched
the
closed
white
curtain
.
She
felt
it
wanted
to
come
in
.
’
Oh
,
do
let
’
s
draw
the
curtains
!
The
birds
are
singing
so
!
Do
let
the
sun
in
,
’
she
said
.
He
slipped
out
of
bed
with
his
back
to
her
,
naked
and
white
and
thin
,
and
went
to
the
window
,
stooping
a
little
,
drawing
the
curtains
and
looking
out
for
a
moment
.
The
back
was
white
and
fine
,
the
small
buttocks
beautiful
with
an
exquisite
,
delicate
manliness
,
the
back
of
the
neck
ruddy
and
delicate
and
yet
strong
.
There
was
an
inward
,
not
an
outward
strength
in
the
delicate
fine
body
.
’
But
you
are
beautiful
!
’
she
said
.
’
So
pure
and
fine
!
Come
!
’
She
held
her
arms
out
.
He
was
ashamed
to
turn
to
her
,
because
of
his
aroused
nakedness
.
He
caught
his
shirt
off
the
floor
,
and
held
it
to
him
,
coming
to
her
.
’
No
!
’
she
said
still
holding
out
her
beautiful
slim
arms
from
her
dropping
breasts
.
’
Let
me
see
you
!
’
