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           Surelythemanwasintenselyridiculousinthispostureandthisact!

           Butshelaystill,withoutrecoil.Evenwhenhehadfinished,shedidnotrouseherselftogetagriponherownsatisfaction,asshehaddonewithMichaelis;shelaystill,andthetearsslowlyfilledandranfromhereyes.

           Helaystill,too.Butheheldhercloseandtriedtocoverherpoornakedlegswithhislegs,tokeepthemwarm.Helayonherwithaclose,undoubtingwarmth.

           ’Areyercold?’heasked,inasoft,smallvoice,asifshewereclose,soclose.Whereasshewasleftout,distant.

           ’No!ButImustgo,’shesaidgently.

           Hesighed,heldhercloser,thenrelaxedtorestagain.

           Hehadnotguessedhertears.Hethoughtshewastherewithhim.

           ’Imustgo,’sherepeated.

           Heliftedhimselfkneeledbesideheramoment,kissedtheinnersideofherthighs,thendrewdownherskirts,buttoninghisownclothesunthinking,noteventurningaside,inthefaint,faintlightfromthelantern.

           ’Thamuncometerth’cottageonetime,’hesaid,lookingdownatherwithawarm,sure,easyface.

           Butshelaythereinert,andwasgazingupathimthinking:Stranger!Stranger!Sheevenresentedhimalittle.

           Heputonhiscoatandlookedforhishat,whichhadfallen,thenheslungonhisgun.

           ’Comethen!’hesaid,lookingdownatherwiththosewarm,peacefulsortofeyes.

           Sheroseslowly.Shedidn’twanttogo.Shealsoratherresentedstaying.Hehelpedherwithherthinwaterproofandsawshewastidy.

           Thenheopenedthedoor.Theoutsidewasquitedark.Thefaithfuldogundertheporchstoodupwithpleasureseeinghim.