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sombre

bedroom　with　a　very　large　bed；　clean；　but　sombre。　The　ceiling

was　painted　with　a　bunch　of　flowers　in　a　big　medallion　over　the

bed。　She　thought　it　was　pretty。

He　came　to　her；　and　cleaved　to　her　very　close；　like　steel

cleaving　and　clinching　on　to　her。　Her　passion　was　roused；　it　was

fierce　but　cold。　But　it　was　fierce；　and　extreme；　and　good；　their

passion　this　night。　He　slept　with　her　fast　in　his　arms。　All

night　long　he　held　her　fast　against　him。　She　was　passive；

acquiscent。　But　her　sleep　was　not　very　deep　nor　very　real。

She　woke　in　the　morning　to　a　sound　of　water　dashed　on　a

courtyard；　to　sunlight　streaming　through　a　lattice。　She　thought

she　was　in　a　foreign　country。　And　Skrebensky　was　there　an

incubus　upon　her。

She　lay　still；　thinking；　whilst　his　arm　was　round　her；　his

head　against　her　shoulders；　his　body　against　hers；　just　behind

her。　He　was　still　asleep。

She　watched　the　sunshine　ing　in　bars　through　the

persiennes；　and　her　immediate　surroundings　again　melted

away。

She　was　in　some　other　land；　some　other　world；　where　the　old

restraints　had　dissolved　and　vanished；　where　one　moved　freely；

not　afraid　of　one's　fellow　men；　nor　wary；　nor　on　the　defensive；

but　calm；　indifferent；　at　one's　ease。　Vaguely；　in　a　sort　of

silver　light；　she　wandered　at　large　and　at　ease。　The　bonds　of

the　world　were　broken。　This　world　of　England　had　vanished　away。

She　heard　a　voice　in　the　yard　below　calling：

〃O　Giovann'……O'…O'…O'…Giovann'！〃

And　she　knew　she　was　in　a　new　country；　in　a　new　life。　It　was

very　delicious　to　lie　thus　still；　with　one's　soul　wandering

freely　and　simply　in　the　silver　l