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an’s grief at yielding up her hour.
He rose, and turned up the lantern, then began to pull
on his clothes, quickly disappearing inside them. Then he
stood there, above her, fastening his breeches and looking
down at her with dark, wide-eyes, his face a little flushed
and his hair ruffled, curiously warm and still and beautiful
in the dim light of the lantern, so beautiful, she would never
tell him how beautiful. It made her want to cling fast to him,
to hold him, for there was a warm, half-sleepy remoteness
in his beauty that made her want to cry out and clutch him,
to have him. She would never have him. So she lay on the
blanket with curved, soft naked haunches, and he had no
idea what she was thinking, but to him too she was beau-
tiful, the soft, marvellous thing he could go into, beyond
everything.
’I love thee that I call go into thee,’ he said.
’Do you like me?’ she said, her heart beating.
’It heals it all up, that I can go into thee. I love thee that tha
opened to me. I love thee that I came into thee like that.’
He bent down and kissed her soft flank, rubbed his cheek
against it, then covered it up.
’And will you never leave me?’ she said.
’Dunna ask them things,’ he said.
’But you do believe I love you?’ she said.
’Tha loved me just now, wider than iver tha thout tha
would. But who knows what’ll ‘appen, once tha starts
thinkin’ about it!’
’No, don’t say those things!—And you don’t really think
that I wanted to make use of you, do you?’