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And suddenly she roused and sat up.
’Fancy that I am here!’ she said.
She looked round the whitewashed little bedroom
with its sloping ceiling and gable window where the white
curtains were closed. The room was bare save for a little yel-
low-painted chest of drawers, and a chair: and the smallish
white bed in which she lay with him.
’Fancy that we are here!’ she said, looking down at him.
He was lying watching her, stroking her breasts with his fin-
gers, under the thin nightdress. When he was warm and
smoothed out, he looked young and handsome. His eyes
could look so warm. And she was fresh and young like a
flower.
’I want to take this off!’ she said, gathering the thin ba-
tiste nightdress and pulling it over her head. She sat there
with bare shoulders and longish breasts faintly golden. He
loved to make her breasts swing softly, like bells.
’You must take off your pyjamas too,’ she said.
’Eh, nay!’
’Yes! Yes!’ she commanded.
And he took off his old cotton pyjama-jacket, and pushed
down the trousers. Save for his hands and wrists and face
and neck he was white as milk, with fine slender muscular
flesh. To Connie he was suddenly piercingly beautiful again,
as when she had seen him that afternoon washing himself.
Gold of sunshine touched the closed white curtain. She
felt it wanted to come in.
’Oh, do let’s draw the curtains! The birds are singing so!
Do let the sun in,’ she said.

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