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           Wide-eyedandbreathless,withasmallwetheadandfull,trickling,naivehaunches,shelookedanothercreature.

           Hetooktheoldsheetandrubbedherdown,shestandinglikeachild.Thenherubbedhimselfhavingshutthedoorofthehut.Thefirewasblazingup.Sheduckedherheadintheotherendofthesheet,andrubbedherwethair.

           ’We’redryingourselvestogetheronthesametowel,weshallquarrel!’hesaid.

           Shelookedupforamoment,herhairalloddsandends.

           ’No!’shesaid,hereyeswide.’It’snotatowel,it’sasheet.’Andshewentonbusilyrubbingherhead,whilehebusilyrubbedhis.

           Stillpantingwiththeirexertions,eachwrappedinanarmyblanket,butthefrontofthebodyopentothefire,theysatonalogsidebysidebeforetheblaze,togetquiet.Conniehatedthefeeloftheblanketagainstherskin.Butnowthesheetwasallwet.

           Shedroppedherblanketandkneeledontheclayhearth,holdingherheadtothefire,andshakingherhairtodryit.Hewatchedthebeautifulcurvingdropofherhaunches.Thatfascinatedhimtoday.Howitslopedwitharichdown-slopetotheheavyroundnessofherbuttocks!Andinbetween,foldedinthesecretwarmth,thesecretentrances!

           Hestrokedhertailwithhishand,longandsubtlytakinginthecurvesandtheglobe-fullness.

           ’Tha’sgotsuchanicetailonthee,’hesaid,inthethroatycaressivedialect.’Tha’sgotthenicestarseofanybody.It’sthenicest,nicestwoman’sarseasis!An’iverybitofitiswoman,womansureasnuts.