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But
that
was
more
difficult
for
him
.
’
I
’
ve
a
dread
of
puttin
’
children
i
’
th
’
world
,
’
he
said
.
’
I
’
ve
such
a
dread
o
’
th
’
future
for
’
em
.
’
’
But
you
’
ve
put
it
into
me
.
Be
tender
to
it
,
and
that
will
be
its
future
already
.
Kiss
it
!
’
He
quivered
,
because
it
was
true
.
’
Be
tender
to
it
,
and
that
will
be
its
future
.
’
-
-
At
that
moment
he
felt
a
sheer
love
for
the
woman
.
He
kissed
her
belly
and
her
mound
of
Venus
,
to
kiss
close
to
the
womb
and
the
foetus
within
the
womb
.
’
Oh
,
you
love
me
!
You
love
me
!
’
she
said
,
in
a
little
cry
like
one
of
her
blind
,
inarticulate
love
cries
.
And
he
went
in
to
her
softly
,
feeling
the
stream
of
tenderness
flowing
in
release
from
his
bowels
to
hers
,
the
bowels
of
compassion
kindled
between
them
.
And
he
realized
as
he
went
into
her
that
this
was
the
thing
he
had
to
do
,
to
come
into
tender
touch
,
without
losing
his
pride
or
his
dignity
or
his
integrity
as
a
man
.
After
all
,
if
she
had
money
and
means
,
and
he
had
none
,
he
should
be
too
proud
and
honourable
to
hold
back
his
tenderness
from
her
on
that
account
.
’
I
stand
for
the
touch
of
bodily
awareness
between
human
beings
,
’
he
said
to
himself
,
’
and
the
touch
of
tenderness
.
And
she
is
my
mate
.
And
it
is
a
battle
against
the
money
,
and
the
machine
,
and
the
insentient
ideal
monkeyishness
of
the
world
.
And
she
will
stand
behind
me
there
.
Thank
God
I
’
ve
got
a
woman
!
Thank
God
I
’
ve
got
a
woman
who
is
with
me
,
and
tender
and
aware
of
me
.
Thank
God
she
’
s
not
a
bully
,
nor
a
fool
.
Thank
God
she
’
s
a
tender
,
aware
woman
.
’
And
as
his
seed
sprang
in
her
,
his
soul
sprang
towards
her
too
,
in
the
creative
act
that
is
far
more
than
procreative
.
She
was
quite
determined
now
that
there
should
be
no
parting
between
him
and
her
.
But
the
ways
and
means
were
still
to
settle
.
’
Did
you
hate
Bertha
Coutts
?
’
she
asked
him
.
’
Don
’
t
talk
to
me
about
her
.
’
