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with him.
’I must go,’ she repeated.
He lifted himself kneeled beside her a moment, kissed
the inner side of her thighs, then drew down her skirts, but-
toning his own clothes unthinking, not even turning aside,
in the faint, faint light from the lantern.
’Tha mun come ter th’ cottage one time,’ he said, looking
down at her with a warm, sure, easy face.
But she lay there inert, and was gazing up at him think-
ing: Stranger! Stranger! She even resented him a little.
He put on his coat and looked for his hat, which had fall-
en, then he slung on his gun.
’Come then!’ he said, looking down at her with those
warm, peaceful sort of eyes.
She rose slowly. She didn’t want to go. She also rather re-
sented staying. He helped her with her thin waterproof and
saw she was tidy.
Then he opened the door. The outside was quite dark. The
faithful dog under the porch stood up with pleasure seeing
him. The drizzle of rain drifted greyly past upon the dark-
ness. It was quite dark.
’Ah mun ta’e th’ lantern,’ he said. ‘The’ll be nob’dy.’
He walked just before her in the narrow path, swinging
the hurricane lamp low, revealing the wet grass, the black
shiny tree-roots like snakes, wan flowers. For the rest, all
was grey rain-mist and complete darkness.
’Tha mun come to the cottage one time,’ he said, ‘shall ta?
We might as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb.’
It puzzled her, his queer, persistent wanting her, when

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