第15部分(第5/7 頁)

ng。

She　came　to　him　again；　with　the　same　lifting　of　her　mouth　as

had　driven　him　almost　mad　with　trammelled　passion　at　first。　She

came　to　him　again；　and；　his　heart　delirious　in　delight　and

readiness；　he　took　her。　And　it　was　almost　as　before。

Perhaps　it　was　quite　as　before。　At　any　rate；　it　made　him　know

perfection；　it　established　in　him　a　constant　eternal

knowledge。

But　it　died　down　before　he　wanted　it　to　die　down。　She　was

finished；　she　could　take　no　more。　And　he　was　not　exhausted；　he

wanted　to　go　on。　But　it　could　not　be。

So　he　had　to　begin　the　bitter　lesson；　to　abate　himself；　to

take　less　than　he　wanted。　For　she　was　Woman　to　him；　all　other

women　were　her　shadows。　For　she　had　satisfied　him。　And　he　wanted

it　to　go　on。　And　it　could　not。　However　he　raged；　and；　filled

with　suppression　that　became　hot　and　bitter；　hated　her　in　his

soul　that　she　did　not　want　him；　however　he　had　mad　outbursts；

and　drank　and　made　ugly　scenes；　still　he　knew；　he　was　only

kicking　against　the　pricks。　It　was　not；　he　had　to　learn；　that

she　would　not　want　him　enough；　as　much　as　he　demanded　that　she

should　want　him。　It　was　that　she　could　not。　She　could　only　want

him　in　her　own　way；　and　to　her　own　measure。　And　she　had　spent

much　life　before　he　found　her　as　she　was；　the　woman　who　could

take　him　and　give　him　fulfilment。　She　had　taken　him　and　given

him　fulfilment。　She　still　could　do　so；　in　her　own　times　and

ways。　But　he　must　control　himself；　measure　himself　to　her。

He　wanted　to　give　her　all　his　love；　all　his　passion；　all　his

essential　energy。　But　it　could　not　be。　He　must　find　other　things

than　her；　other　centres　of　l