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           Itwasquitedarkwhenhehadshutthedoor,sohemadeasmalllightinthelantern,asbefore.

           ’Haveyouleftyourunderthingsoff?’heaskedher.

           ’Yes!’

           ’Ay,well,thenI’lltakemythingsofftoo.’

           Hespreadtheblankets,puttingoneatthesideforacoverlet.Shetookoffherhat,andshookherhair.Hesatdown,takingoffhisshoesandgaiters,andundoinghiscordbreeches.

           ’Liedownthen!’hesaid,whenhestoodinhisshirt.Sheobeyedinsilence,andhelaybesideher,andpulledtheblanketoverthemboth.

           ’There!’hesaid.

           Andheliftedherdressrightback,tillhecameeventoherbreasts.Hekissedthemsoftly,takingthenipplesinhislipsintinycaresses.

           ’Eh,buttha’rtnice,tha’rtnice!’hesaid,suddenlyrubbinghisfacewithasnugglingmovementagainstherwarmbelly.

           Andsheputherarmsroundhimunderhisshirt,butshewasafraid,afraidofhisthin,smooth,nakedbody,thatseemedsopowerful,afraidoftheviolentmuscles.Sheshrank,afraid.

           Andwhenhesaid,withasortoflittlesigh:’Eh,tha’rtnice!’somethinginherquivered,andsomethinginherspiritstiffenedinresistance:stiffenedfromtheterriblyphysicalintimacy,andfromthepeculiarhasteofhispossession.Andthistimethesharpecstasyofherownpassiondidnotovercomeher;shelaywithherendsinertonhisstrivingbody,anddowhatshemight,herspiritseemedtolookonfromthetopofherhead,andthebuttingofhishaunchesseemedridiculoustoher,andthesortofanxietyofhispenistocometoitslittleevacuatingcrisisseemedfarcical.