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Ah
,
God
,
how
rare
a
thing
a
man
is
!
They
are
all
dogs
that
trot
and
sniff
and
copulate
.
To
have
found
a
man
who
was
not
afraid
and
not
ashamed
!
She
looked
at
him
now
,
sleeping
so
like
a
wild
animal
asleep
,
gone
,
gone
in
the
remoteness
of
it
.
She
nestled
down
,
not
to
be
away
from
him
.
Till
his
rousing
waked
her
completely
.
He
was
sitting
up
in
bed
,
looking
down
at
her
.
She
saw
her
own
nakedness
in
his
eyes
,
immediate
knowledge
of
her
.
And
the
fluid
,
male
knowledge
of
herself
seemed
to
flow
to
her
from
his
eyes
and
wrap
her
voluptuously
.
Oh
,
how
voluptuous
and
lovely
it
was
to
have
limbs
and
body
half
-
asleep
,
heavy
and
suffused
with
passion
.
’
Is
it
time
to
wake
up
?
’
she
said
.
’
Half
past
six
.
’
She
had
to
be
at
the
lane
-
end
at
eight
.
Always
,
always
,
always
this
compulsion
on
one
!
’
I
might
make
the
breakfast
and
bring
it
up
here
;
should
I
?
’
he
said
.
’
Oh
yes
!
’
Flossie
whimpered
gently
below
.
He
got
up
and
threw
off
his
pyjamas
,
and
rubbed
himself
with
a
towel
.
When
the
human
being
is
full
of
courage
and
full
of
life
,
how
beautiful
it
is
!
So
she
thought
,
as
she
watched
him
in
silence
.
’
Draw
the
curtain
,
will
you
?
’
