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When
at
last
he
drew
away
from
her
,
he
said
,
in
a
bitter
,
almost
sneering
little
voice
:
’
You
couldn
’
t
go
off
at
the
same
time
as
a
man
,
could
you
?
You
’
d
have
to
bring
yourself
off
!
You
’
d
have
to
run
the
show
!
’
This
little
speech
,
at
the
moment
,
was
one
of
the
shocks
of
her
life
.
Because
that
passive
sort
of
giving
himself
was
so
obviously
his
only
real
mode
of
intercourse
.
’
What
do
you
mean
?
’
she
said
.
’
You
know
what
I
mean
.
You
keep
on
for
hours
after
I
’
ve
gone
off
.
.
.
and
I
have
to
hang
on
with
my
teeth
till
you
bring
yourself
off
by
your
own
exertions
.
’
She
was
stunned
by
this
unexpected
piece
of
brutality
,
at
the
moment
when
she
was
glowing
with
a
sort
of
pleasure
beyond
words
,
and
a
sort
of
love
for
him
.
Because
,
after
all
,
like
so
many
modern
men
,
he
was
finished
almost
before
he
had
begun
.
And
that
forced
the
woman
to
be
active
.
’
But
you
want
me
to
go
on
,
to
get
my
own
satisfaction
?
’
she
said
.
He
laughed
grimly
:
’
I
want
it
!
’
he
said
.
’
That
’
s
good
!
I
want
to
hang
on
with
my
teeth
clenched
,
while
you
go
for
me
!
’
’
But
don
’
t
you
?
’
she
insisted
.
