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"But I loved his i on, gladdened by having ave her a pleasant war He made her feel the richness of her own life

Skrebensky, somehow, had created a deadness round her, a

sterility, as if the world were ashes

They said very little as they hastened ho the lean father of three children, for

his impudent directness and his worship of the woether, thethe body and spirit of the girl, with a

desire that knew the inaccessibility of its object, but was only

glad to know that the perfect thing existed, glad to have had a

moment of communion

Why could not he himself desire a woman so? Why did he never

really want a woman, not with the whole of him: never loved,

never worshipped, only just physically wanted her

But he would want her with his body, let his soul do as it

would A kind of fla

up in the Marsh, kindled by To of Fred, the shy, fair, stiff-set farith all his secret

power, seely attracted by hi his influence on

another beautiful, fair girl, chill and burning as the sea, who

said witty things which he appreciated, reenish eyes seemed to rock

a secret, and her hands like mother-of-pearl see visible in them