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let herself go. She felt his penis risen against her with silent
amazing force and assertion and she let herself go to him
She yielded with a quiver that was like death, she went all
open to him. And oh, if he were not tender to her now, how
cruel, for she was all open to him and helpless!
She quivered again at the potent inexorable entry inside
her, so strange and terrible. It might come with the thrust
of a sword in her softly-opened body, and that would be
death. She clung in a sudden anguish of terror. But it came
with a strange slow thrust of peace, the dark thrust of peace
and a ponderous, primordial tenderness, such as made
the world in the beginning. And her terror subsided in her
breast, her breast dared to be gone in peace, she held noth-
ing. She dared to let go everything, all herself and be gone
in the flood.
And it seemed she was like the sea, nothing but dark
waves rising and heaving, heaving with a great swell, so
that slowly her whole darkness was in motion, and she was
Ocean rolling its dark, dumb mass. Oh, and far down inside
her the deeps parted and rolled asunder, in long, fair-travel-
ling billows, and ever, at the quick of her, the depths parted
and rolled asunder, from the centre of soft plunging, as the
plunger went deeper and deeper, touching lower, and she
was deeper and deeper and deeper disclosed, the heavier
the billows of her rolled away to some shore, uncovering her,
and closer and closer plunged the palpable unknown, and
further and further rolled the waves of herself away from
herself leaving her, till suddenly, in a soft, shuddering con-
vulsion, the quick of all her plasm was touched, she knew