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hing　forward　His　unveiled　hand；　and　Eve；　a　small　vivid；

naked　female　shape；　was　issuing　like　a　flame　towards　the　hand　of

God；　from　the　torn　side　of　Adam。

Now；　Will　Brangwen　was　working　at　the　Eve。　She　was　thin；　a

keen；　unripe　thing。　With　trembling　passion；　fine　as　a　breath　of

air；　he　sent　the　chisel　over　her　belly；　her　hard；　unripe；　small

belly。　She　was　a　stiff　little　figure；　with　sharp　lines；　in　the

throes　and　torture　and　ecstasy　of　her　creation。　But　he　trembled

as　he　touched　her。　He　had　not　finished　any　of　his　figures。　There

was　a　bird　on　a　bough　overhead；　lifting　its　wings　for　flight；

and　a　serpent　wreathing　up　to　it。　It　was　not　finished　yet。　He

trembled　with　passion；　at　last　able　to　create　the　new；　sharp

body　of　his　Eve。

At　the　sides；　at　the　far　sides；　at　either　end；　were　two

Angels　covering　their　faces　with　their　wings。　They　were　like

trees。　As　he　went　to　the　Marsh；　in　the　twilight；　he　felt　that

the　Angels；　with　covered　faces；　were　standing　back　as　he　went

by。　The　darkness　was　of　their　shadows　and　the　covering　of　their

faces。　When　he　went　through　the　Canal　bridge；　the　evening　glowed

in　its　last　deep　colours；　the　sky　was　dark　blue；　the　stars

glittered　from　afar；　very　remote　and　approaching　above　the

darkening　cluster　of　the　farm；　above　the　paths　of　crystal　along

the　edge　of　the　heavens。

She　waited　for　him　like　the　glow　of　light；　and　as　if　his　face

were　covered。　And　he　dared　not　lift　his　face　to　look　at　her。

Corn　harvest　came　on。　One　evening　they　walked　out　through　the

farm　buildings　at　nightfall。　A　large　gold　moon　hung　heavily　to

the　grey　horizon；　trees　hovered　tall；　standing　back