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herself touched, the consummation was upon her, and she
was gone. She was gone, she was not, and she was born: a
woman.
Ah, too lovely, too lovely! In the ebbing she realized all
the loveliness. Now all her body clung with tender love to
the unknown man, and blindly to the wilting penis, as it
so tenderly, frailly, unknowingly withdrew, after the fierce
thrust of its potency. As it drew out and left her body, the
secret, sensitive thing, she gave an unconscious cry of pure
loss, and she tried to put it back. It had been so perfect! And
she loved it so!
And only now she became aware of the small, bud-like
reticence and tenderness of the penis, and a little cry of
wonder and poignancy escaped her again, her woman’s
heart crying out over the tender frailty of that which had
been the power.
’It was so lovely!’ she moaned. ‘It was so lovely!’ But he
said nothing, only softly kissed her, lying still above her.
And she moaned with a sort Of bliss, as a sacrifice, and a
newborn thing.
And now in her heart the queer wonder of him was awak-
ened.
A man! The strange potency of manhood upon her! Her
hands strayed over him, still a little afraid. Afraid of that
strange, hostile, slightly repulsive thing that he had been to
her, a man. And now she touched him, and it was the sons of
god with the daughters of men. How beautiful he felt, how
pure in tissue! How lovely, how lovely, strong, and yet pure
and delicate, such stillness of the sensitive body! Such utter

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