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Her face was now one dazzle of released, golden light, as
she looked up at him, and laid her hands full on his thighs,
behind, as he stood before her. He looked down at her with
a rich bright brow like a diadem above his eyes. She was
beautiful as a new marvellous flower opened at his knees, a
paradisal flower she was, beyond womanhood, such a flow-
er of luminousness. Yet something was tight and unfree in
him. He did not like this crouching, this radiance—not al-
together.
It was all achieved, for her. She had found one of the sons
of God from the Beginning, and he had found one of the
first most luminous daughters of men.
She traced with her hands the line of his loins and thighs,
at the back, and a living fire ran through her, from him,
darkly. It was a dark flood of electric passion she released
from him, drew into herself. She had established a rich new
circuit, a new current of passional electric energy, between
the two of them, released from the darkest poles of the body
and established in perfect circuit. It was a dark fire of elec-
tricity that rushed from him to her, and flooded them both
with rich peace, satisfaction.
‘My love,’ she cried, lifting her face to him, her eyes, her
mouth open in transport.
‘My love,’ he answered, bending and kissing her, always
kissing her.
She closed her hands over the full, rounded body of his
loins, as he stooped over her, she seemed to touch the quick
of the mystery of darkness that was bodily him. She seemed
to faint beneath, and he seemed to faint, stooping over her.

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