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But
she
saw
the
forgetfulness
of
the
world
coming
over
him
again
,
his
face
taking
the
soft
,
pure
look
of
tender
passion
.
They
walked
by
the
remoter
streets
to
Coburg
Square
,
where
he
had
a
room
at
the
top
of
the
house
,
an
attic
room
where
he
cooked
for
himself
on
a
gas
ring
.
It
was
small
,
but
decent
and
tidy
.
She
took
off
her
things
,
and
made
him
do
the
same
.
She
was
lovely
in
the
soft
first
flush
of
her
pregnancy
.
’
I
ought
to
leave
you
alone
,
’
he
said
.
’
No
!
’
she
said
.
’
Love
me
!
Love
me
,
and
say
you
’
ll
keep
me
.
Say
you
’
ll
keep
me
!
Say
you
’
ll
never
let
me
go
,
to
the
world
nor
to
anybody
.
’
She
crept
close
against
him
,
clinging
fast
to
his
thin
,
strong
naked
body
,
the
only
home
she
had
ever
known
.
’
Then
I
’
ll
keep
thee
,
’
he
said
.
’
If
tha
wants
it
,
then
I
’
ll
keep
thee
.
’
He
held
her
round
and
fast
.
’
And
say
you
’
re
glad
about
the
child
,
’
she
repeated
.
’
Kiss
it
!
Kiss
my
womb
and
say
you
’
re
glad
it
’
s
there
.
’
