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towards him in a frenzy, quivering motionless in the rain.
Then suddenly he tipped her up and fell with her on the
path, in the roaring silence of the rain, and short and sharp,
he took her, short and sharp and finished, like an animal.
He got up in an instant, wiping the rain from his eyes.
’Come in,’ he said, and they started running back to the
hut. He ran straight and swift: he didn’t like the rain. But
she came slower, gathering forget-me-nots and campion
and bluebells, running a few steps and watching him flee-
ing away from her.
When she came with her flowers, panting to the hut, he
had already started a fire, and the twigs were crackling. Her
sharp breasts rose and fell, her hair was plastered down
with rain, her face was flushed ruddy and her body glis-
tened and trickled. Wide-eyed and breathless, with a small
wet head and full, trickling, na‹ve haunches, she looked an-
other creature.
He took the old sheet and rubbed her down, she standing
like a child. Then he rubbed himself having shut the door of
the hut. The fire was blazing up. She ducked her head in the
other end of the sheet, and rubbed her wet hair.
’We’re drying ourselves together on the same towel, we
shall quarrel!’ he said.
She looked up for a moment, her hair all odds and ends.
’No!’ she said, her eyes wide. ‘It’s not a towel, it’s a sheet.’
And she went on busily rubbing her head, while he busily
rubbed his.
Still panting with their exertions, each wrapped in an
army blanket, but the front of the body open to the fire, they