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lawlessness was fascinating to her It seemed to her a splendid

recklessness Her adventure in life was beginning It see she stayed at the Marsh till after dark, and

Skrebensky escorted her ho, waiting for soht, with the shado about

them, she felt in another, harder, more beautiful, less personal

world Now a new state should come to pass

He walked near to her, and with the same, silent, intent

approach put his arm round her waist, and softly, very softly,

drew her to him, till his arm was hard and pressed in upon her;

she see the ground, borne upon the fir surface of his

body, upon whose side she seemed to lie, in a delicious swoon of

motion And whilst she swooned, his face bent nearer to her, her

head was leaned on his shoulder, she felt his warm breath on her

face Then softly, oh softly, so softly that she seemed to faint

away, his lips touched her cheek, and she drifted through

strands of heat and darkness

Still she waited, in her swoon and her drifting, waited, like

the Sleeping Beauty in the story She waited, and again his face

was bent to hers, his lips caered and ceased, they stood still under the trees,

whilst his lips waited on her face, waited like a butterfly that

does not move on a flower She pressed her breast a little

nearer to him, he moved, put both his arms round her, and drew

her close