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And she quivered, and her own mind melted out. Sharp
soft waves of unspeakable pleasure washed over her as he
entered her, and started the curious molten thrilling that
spread and spread till she was carried away with the last,
blind flush of extremity.
He heard the distant hooters of Stacks Gate for seven
o’clock. It was Monday morning. He shivered a little, and
with his face between her breasts pressed her soft breasts up
over his ears, to deafen him.
She had not even heard the hooters. She lay perfectly still,
her soul washed transparent.
’You must get up, mustn’t you?’ he muttered.
’What time?’ came her colourless voice.
’Seven-o’clock blowers a bit sin’.’
’I suppose I must.’
She was resenting as she always did, the compulsion
from outside.
He sat up and looked blankly out of the window. ‘You
do love me, don’t you?’ she asked calmly. He looked down
at her.
’Tha knows what tha knows. What dost ax for!’ he said, a
little fretfully.
’I want you to keep me, not to let me go,’ she said.
His eyes seemed full of a warm, soft darkness that could
not think.
’When? Now?’
’Now in your heart. Then I want to come and live with
you, always, soon.’
He sat naked on the bed, with his head dropped, unable

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