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           Inhissilenceheseemedlosttoher.

           ’Youloveme,don’tyou?’shemurmured.

           ’Ay,thaknows!’hesaid.

           ’Buttellme!’shepleaded.

           ’Ay!Ay!’asn’tterfeltit?’hesaiddimly,butsoftlyandsurely.Andsheclungclosetohim,closer.Hewassomuchmorepeacefulinlovethanshewas,andshewantedhimtoreassureher.

           ’Youdoloveme!’shewhispered,assertive.Andhishandsstrokedhersoftly,asifshewereaflower,withoutthequiverofdesire,butwithdelicatenearness.Andstilltherehauntedherarestlessnecessitytogetagriponlove.

           ’Sayyou’llalwaysloveme!’shepleaded.

           ’Ay!’hesaid,abstractedly.Andshefeltherquestionsdrivinghimawayfromher.

           ’Mustn’twegetup?’hesaidatlast.

           ’No!’shesaid.

           Butshecouldfeelhisconsciousnessstraying,listeningtothenoisesoutside.

           ’It’llbenearlydark,’hesaid.Andsheheardthepressureofcircumstancesinhisvoice.Shekissedhim,withawoman’sgriefatyieldingupherhour.

           Herose,andturnedupthelantern,thenbegantopullonhisclothes,quicklydisappearinginsidethem.Thenhestoodthere,aboveher,fasteninghisbreechesandlookingdownatherwithdark,wide-eyes,hisfacealittleflushedandhishairruffled,curiouslywarmandstillandbeautifulinthedimlightofthelantern,sobeautiful,shewouldnevertellhimhowbeautiful.Itmadeherwanttoclingfasttohim,toholdhim,fortherewasawarm,half-sleepyremotenessinhisbeautythatmadeherwanttocryoutandclutchhim,tohavehim.Shewouldneverhavehim.