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Then
there
was
the
smell
of
heather
crushed
and
the
roughness
of
the
bent
stalks
under
her
head
and
the
sun
bright
on
her
closed
eyes
and
all
his
life
he
would
remember
the
curve
of
her
throat
with
her
head
pushed
back
into
the
heather
roots
and
her
lips
that
moved
smally
and
by
themselves
and
the
fluttering
of
the
lashes
on
the
eyes
tight
closed
against
the
sun
and
against
everything
,
and
for
her
everything
was
red
,
orange
,
gold
-
red
from
the
sun
on
the
closed
eyes
,
and
it
all
was
that
color
,
all
of
it
,
the
filling
,
the
possessing
,
the
having
,
all
of
that
color
,
all
in
a
blindness
of
that
color
.
For
him
it
was
a
dark
passage
which
led
to
nowhere
,
then
to
nowhere
,
then
again
to
nowhere
,
once
again
to
nowhere
,
always
and
forever
to
nowhere
,
heavy
on
the
elbows
in
the
earth
to
nowhere
,
dark
,
never
any
end
to
nowhere
,
hung
on
all
time
always
to
unknowing
nowhere
,
this
time
and
again
for
always
to
nowhere
,
now
not
to
be
borne
once
again
always
and
to
nowhere
,
now
beyond
all
bearing
up
,
up
,
up
and
into
nowhere
,
suddenly
,
scaldingly
,
holdingly
all
nowhere
gone
and
time
absolutely
still
and
they
were
both
there
,
time
having
stopped
and
he
felt
the
earth
move
out
and
away
from
under
them
.
Then
he
was
lying
on
his
side
,
his
head
deep
in
the
heather
,
smelling
it
and
the
smell
of
the
roots
and
the
earth
and
the
sun
came
through
it
and
it
was
scratchy
on
his
bare
shoulders
and
along
his
flanks
and
the
girl
was
lying
opposite
him
with
her
eyes
still
shut
and
then
she
opened
them
and
smiled
at
him
and
he
said
very
tiredly
and
from
a
great
but
friendly
distance
,
"
Hello
,
rabbit
.
"
And
she
smiled
and
from
no
distance
said
,
"
Hello
,
my
Inglés
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
an
Inglés
,
"
he
said
very
lazily
.
"
Oh
yes
,
you
are
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
’
re
my
Inglés
,
"
and
reached
and
took
hold
of
both
his
ears
and
kissed
him
on
the
forehead
.
"
There
,
"
she
said
.
"
How
is
that
?
Do
I
kiss
thee
better
?
"
Then
they
were
walking
along
the
stream
together
and
he
said
,
"
Maria
,
I
love
thee
and
thou
art
so
lovely
and
so
wonderful
and
so
beautiful
and
it
does
such
things
to
me
to
be
with
thee
that
I
feel
as
though
I
wanted
to
die
when
I
am
loving
thee
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
die
each
time
.
Do
you
not
die
?
"
"
No
.
Almost
.
But
did
thee
feel
the
earth
move
?
"
"
Yes
.
As
I
died
.
Put
thy
arm
around
me
,
please
.
"
"
No
.
I
have
thy
hand
.
Thy
hand
is
enough
.
"
