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           Thevoiceoutoftheuttermostnight,thelife!Themanhearditbeneathhimwithakindofawe,ashislifesprangoutintoher.Andasitsubsided,hesubsidedtooandlayutterlystill,unknowing,whilehergriponhimslowlyrelaxed,andshelayinert.Andtheylayandknewnothing,notevenofeachother,bothlost.Tillatlasthebegantorouseandbecomeawareofhisdefencelessnakedness,andshewasawarethathisbodywaslooseningitsclasponher.Hewascomingapart;butinherbreastshefeltshecouldnotbearhimtoleaveheruncovered.Hemustcoverhernowforever.

           Buthedrewawayatlast,andkissedherandcoveredherover,andbegantocoverhimself.Shelaylookinguptotheboughsofthetree,unableasyettomove.Hestoodandfasteneduphisbreeches,lookinground.Allwasdenseandsilent,savefortheaweddogthatlaywithitspawsagainstitsnose.HesatdownagainonthebrushwoodandtookConnie’shandinsilence.

           Sheturnedandlookedathim.’Wecameofftogetherthattime,’hesaid.

           Shedidnotanswer.

           ’It’sgoodwhenit’slikethat.Mostfolkslivetheirlivesthroughandtheyneverknowit,’hesaid,speakingratherdreamily.

           Shelookedintohisbroodingface.

           ’Dothey?’shesaid.’Areyouglad?’

           Helookedbackintohereyes.’Glad,’hesaid,’Ay,butnevermind.’Hedidnotwanthertotalk.Andhebentoverherandkissedher,andshefelt,sohemustkissherforever.

           Atlastshesatup.

           ’Don’tpeopleoftencomeofftogether?’sheaskedwithnaivecuriosity.

           ’Agoodmanyofthemnever.Youcanseebytherawlookofthem.