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A　shadow　of　anger　crossed　Skrebenskys　soul。　She　had　not

wanted　him　to　be　there。　He　hardened　his　will。

At　night　there　was　a　moon；　and　the　blossom　glistened　ghostly；

they　went　together　to　look　at　it。　She　saw　the　moonlight　on　his

face　as　he　waited　near　her；　and　his　features　were　like　silver

and　his　eyes　in　shadow　were　unfathomable。　She　was　in　love　with

him。　He　was　very　quiet。

They　went　indoors　and　she　pretended　to　be　tired。　So　she　went

quickly　to　bed。

〃Dont　be　long　ing　to　me；〃　she　whispered；　as　she　was

supposed　to　be　kissing　him　good　night。

And　he　waited；　intent；　obsessed；　for　the　moment　when　he　could

e　to　her。

She　enjoyed　him；　she　made　much　of　him。　She　liked　to　put　her

fingers　on　the　soft　skin　of　his　sides；　or　on　the　softness　of　his

back；　when　he　made　the　muscles　hard　underneath；　the　muscles

developed　very　strong　through　riding；　and　she　had　a　great　thrill

of　excitement　and　passion；　because　of　the　unimpressible　hardness

of　his　body；　that　was　so　soft　and　smooth　under　her　fingers；　that

came　to　her　with　such　absolute　service。

She　owned　his　body　and　enjoyed　it　with　all　the　delight　and

carelessness　of　a　possessor。　But　he　had　bee　gradually　afraid

of　her　body。　He　wanted　her；　he　wanted　her　endlessly。　But　there

had　e　a　tension　into　his　desire；　a　constraint　which　prevented

his　enjoying　the　delicious　approach　and　the　lovable　close　of　the

endless　embrace。　He　was　afraid。　His　will　was　always　tense；

fixed。

Her　final　examination　was　at　midsummer。　She　insisted　on

sitting　for　it；　although　she　had　neglected　her　work　during　the

past　months。　He　also　wanted　her　to　go　in　for　the　degree。　Then；

he　thought；　she　would　be　satisfied。　Secretly　he　hoped　she　would

fail；　so　that　she　would　be　more　glad　of　him。

〃Would　you　rather　live　in　India　or　in　England　when　we　are

married？〃　he　asked　her。

〃Oh；　in　India；　by　far；〃　she　said；　with　a　careless　lack　of