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           Ahluvth’womannessonthee.Ahluvtheewi’myballsan’wi’myheart.Butdunnaaxmenowt.Dunnama’emesaynowt.LetmestopasIamwhileIcan.Thacanaxmeiverythingafter.Nowletmebe,letmebe!’

           Andsoftly,helaidhishandoverhermoundofVenus,onthesoftbrownmaiden-hair,andhimselfsatstillandnakedonthebed,hisfacemotionlessinphysicalabstraction,almostlikethefaceofBuddha.Motionless,andintheinvisibleflameofanotherconsciousness,hesatwithhishandonher,andwaitedfortheturn.

           Afterawhile,hereachedforhisshirtandputiton,dressedhimselfswiftlyinsilence,lookedatheronceasshestilllaynakedandfaintlygoldenlikeaGloiredeDijonroseonthebed,andwasgone.Sheheardhimdownstairsopeningthedoor.

           Andstillshelaymusing,musing.Itwasveryhardtogo:togooutofhisarms.Hecalledfromthefootofthestairs:’Halfpastseven!’Shesighed,andgotoutofbed.Thebarelittleroom!Nothinginitatallbutthesmallchestofdrawersandthesmallishbed.Buttheboardfloorwasscrubbedclean.Andinthecornerbythewindowgablewasashelfwithsomebooks,andsomefromacirculatinglibrary.Shelooked.TherewerebooksaboutBolshevistRussia,booksoftravel,avolumeabouttheatomandtheelectron,anotheraboutthecompositionoftheearth’score,andthecausesofearthquakes:thenafewnovels:thenthreebooksonIndia.So!Hewasareaderafterall.

           Thesunfellonhernakedlimbsthroughthegablewindow.OutsideshesawthedogFlossieroaminground