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           Hehadtalkedsolongnow,andhewasreallytalkingtohimselfnottoher.Despairseemedtocomedownonhimcompletely,andshewasfeelinghappy,shehateddespair.Sheknewherleavinghim,whichhehadonlyjustrealizedinsidehimselfhadplungedhimbackintothismood.Andshetriumphedalittle.

           Sheopenedthedoorandlookedatthestraightheavyrain,likeasteelcurtain,andhadasuddendesiretorushoutintoit,torushaway.Shegotup,andbeganswiftlypullingoffherstockings,thenherdressandunderclothing,andheheldhisbreath.Herpointedkeenanimalbreaststippedandstirredasshemoved.Shewasivory-colouredinthegreenishlight.Sheslippedonherrubbershoesagainandranoutwithawildlittlelaugh,holdingupherbreaststotheheavyrainandspreadingherarms,andrunningblurredintherainwiththeeurhythmicdancemovementsshehadlearnedsolongagoinDresden.Itwasastrangepallidfigureliftingandfalling,bendingsotherainbeatandglistenedonthefullhaunches,swayingupagainandcomingbelly-forwardthroughtherain,thenstoopingagainsothatonlythefullloinsandbuttockswereofferedinakindofhomagetowardshim,repeatingawildobeisance.

           Helaughedwryly,andthrewoffhisclothes.Itwastoomuch.Hejumpedout,nakedandwhite,withalittleshiver,intothehardslantingrain.Flossiesprangbeforehimwithafranticlittlebark.Connie,herhairallwetandstickingtoherhead,turnedherhotfaceandsawhim.