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’You’re coming round to my room tonight, aren’t you? I
don’t darn know where your room is.’
’All right!’ she said.
He was a more excited lover that night, with his strange,
small boy’s frail nakedness. Connie found it impossible to
come to her crisis before he had really finished his. And he
roused a certain craving passion in her, with his little boy’s
nakedness and softness; she had to go on after he had fin-
ished, in the wild tumult and heaving of her loins, while he
heroically kept himself up, and present in her, with all his
will and self-offering, till she brought about her own crisis,
with weird little cries.
When at last he drew away from her, he said, in a bitter,
almost sneering little voice:
’You couldn’t go off at the same time as a man, could
you? You’d have to bring yourself off! You’d have to run the
show!’
This little speech, at the moment, was one of the shocks
of her life. Because that passive sort of giving himself was so
obviously his only real mode of intercourse.
’What do you mean?’ she said.
’You know what I mean. You keep on for hours after I’ve
gone off...and I have to hang on with my teeth till you bring
yourself off by your own exertions.’
She was stunned by this unexpected piece of brutality, at
the moment when she was glowing with a sort of pleasure
beyond words, and a sort of love for him. Because, after all,
like so many modern men, he was finished almost before he
had begun. And that forced the woman to be active.

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