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The
sun
was
shining
already
on
the
tender
green
leaves
of
morning
,
and
the
wood
stood
bluey
-
fresh
,
in
the
nearness
.
She
sat
up
in
bed
,
looking
dreamily
out
through
the
dormer
window
,
her
naked
arms
pushing
her
naked
breasts
together
.
He
was
dressing
himself
.
She
was
half
-
dreaming
of
life
,
a
life
together
with
him
:
just
a
life
.
He
was
going
,
fleeing
from
her
dangerous
,
crouching
nakedness
.
’
Have
I
lost
my
nightie
altogether
?
’
she
said
.
He
pushed
his
hand
down
in
the
bed
,
and
pulled
out
the
bit
of
flimsy
silk
.
’
I
knowed
I
felt
silk
at
my
ankles
,
’
he
said
.
But
the
night
-
dress
was
slit
almost
in
two
.
’
Never
mind
!
’
she
said
.
’
It
belongs
here
,
really
.
I
’
ll
leave
it
.
’
’
Ay
,
leave
it
,
I
can
put
it
between
my
legs
at
night
,
for
company
.
There
’
s
no
name
nor
mark
on
it
,
is
there
?
’
She
slipped
on
the
torn
thing
,
and
sat
dreamily
looking
out
of
the
window
.
The
window
was
open
,
the
air
of
morning
drifted
in
,
and
the
sound
of
birds
.
Birds
flew
continuously
past
.
Then
she
saw
Flossie
roaming
out
.
It
was
morning
.
