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’I might make the breakfast and bring it up here; should
I?’ he said.
’Oh yes!’
Flossie whimpered gently below. He got up and threw off
his pyjamas, and rubbed himself with a towel. When the
human being is full of courage and full of life, how beauti-
ful it is! So she thought, as she watched him in silence.
’Draw the curtain, will you?’
The sun was shining already on the tender green leaves
of morning, and the wood stood bluey-fresh, in the near-
ness. She sat up in bed, looking dreamily out through the
dormer window, her naked arms pushing her naked breasts
together. He was dressing himself. She was half-dreaming
of life, a life together with him: just a life.
He was going, fleeing from her dangerous, crouching na-
kedness.
’Have I lost my nightie altogether?’ she said.
He pushed his hand down in the bed, and pulled out the
bit of flimsy silk.
’I knowed I felt silk at my ankles,’ he said.
But the night-dress was slit almost in two.
’Never mind!’ she said. ‘It belongs here, really. I’ll leave
it.’
’Ay, leave it, I can put it between my legs at night, for com-
pany. There’s no name nor mark on it, is there?’
She slipped on the torn thing, and sat dreamily look-
ing out of the window. The window was Open, the air of
morning drifted in, and the sound of birds. Birds flew con-
tinuously past. Then she saw Flossie roaming out. It was