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’
Dunna
ax
me
nowt
now
,
’
he
said
.
’
Let
me
be
.
I
like
thee
.
I
luv
thee
when
tha
lies
theer
.
A
woman
’
s
a
lovely
thing
when
’
er
’
s
deep
ter
fuck
,
and
cunt
’
s
good
.
Ah
luv
thee
,
thy
legs
,
an
’
th
’
shape
on
thee
,
an
’
th
’
womanness
on
thee
.
Ah
luv
th
’
womanness
on
thee
.
Ah
luv
thee
wi
’
my
balls
an
’
wi
’
my
heart
.
But
dunna
ax
me
nowt
.
Dunna
ma
’
e
me
say
nowt
.
Let
me
stop
as
I
am
while
I
can
.
Tha
can
ax
me
iverything
after
.
Now
let
me
be
,
let
me
be
!
’
And
softly
,
he
laid
his
hand
over
her
mound
of
Venus
,
on
the
soft
brown
maiden
-
hair
,
and
himself
sat
still
and
naked
on
the
bed
,
his
face
motionless
in
physical
abstraction
,
almost
like
the
face
of
Buddha
.
Motionless
,
and
in
the
invisible
flame
of
another
consciousness
,
he
sat
with
his
hand
on
her
,
and
waited
for
the
turn
.
After
a
while
,
he
reached
for
his
shirt
and
put
it
on
,
dressed
himself
swiftly
in
silence
,
looked
at
her
once
as
she
still
lay
naked
and
faintly
golden
like
a
Gloire
de
Dijon
rose
on
the
bed
,
and
was
gone
.
She
heard
him
downstairs
opening
the
door
.
And
still
she
lay
musing
,
musing
.
It
was
very
hard
to
go
:
to
go
out
of
his
arms
.
He
called
from
the
foot
of
the
stairs
:
’
Half
past
seven
!
’
She
sighed
,
and
got
out
of
bed
.
The
bare
little
room
!
Nothing
in
it
at
all
but
the
small
chest
of
drawers
and
the
smallish
bed
.
But
the
board
floor
was
scrubbed
clean
.
And
in
the
corner
by
the
window
gable
was
a
shelf
with
some
books
,
and
some
from
a
circulating
library
.
She
looked
.
There
were
books
about
Bolshevist
Russia
,
books
of
travel
,
a
volume
about
the
atom
and
the
electron
,
another
about
the
composition
of
the
earth
’
s
core
,
and
the
causes
of
earthquakes
:
then
a
few
novels
:
then
three
books
on
India
.
So
!
He
was
a
reader
after
all
.
The
sun
fell
on
her
naked
limbs
through
the
gable
window
.
Outside
she
saw
the
dog
Flossie
roaming
round
The
hazel
-
brake
was
misted
with
green
,
and
dark
-
green
dogs
-
mercury
under
.
It
was
a
clear
clean
morning
with
birds
flying
and
triumphantly
singing
.
If
only
she
could
stay
!
If
only
there
weren
’
t
the
other
ghastly
world
of
smoke
and
iron
!
If
only
he
would
make
her
a
world
.
She
came
downstairs
,
down
the
steep
,
narrow
wooden
stairs
.
Still
she
would
be
content
with
this
little
house
,
if
only
it
were
in
a
world
of
its
own
.
He
was
washed
and
fresh
,
and
the
fire
was
burning
.
’
Will
you
eat
anything
?
’
he
said
.
’
No
!
Only
lend
me
a
comb
.
’
