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ain。　Oh；　for　the　coolness　and　entire　liberty　and

brightness　of　the　moon。　Oh；　for　the　cold　liberty　to　be　herself；

to　do　entirely　as　she　liked。　She　wanted　to　get　right　away。　She

felt　like　bright　metal　weighted　down　by　dark；　impure　magnetism。

He　was　the　dross；　people　were　the　dross。　If　she　could　but　get

away　to　the　clean　free　moonlight。

〃Don't　you　like　me　to…night？〃　said　his　low　voice；　the　voice

of　the　shadow　over　her　shoulder。　She　clenched　her　hands　in　the

dewy　brilliance　of　the　moon；　as　if　she　were　mad。

〃Don't　you　like　me　to…night？〃　repeated　the　soft　voice。

And　she　knew　that　if　she　turned；　she　would　die。　A　strange

rage　filled　her；　a　rage　to　tear　things　asunder。　Her　hands　felt

destructive；　like　metal　blades　of　destruction。

〃Let　me　alone；〃　she　said。

A　darkness；　an　obstinacy　settled　on　him　too；　in　a　kind　of

inertia。　He　sat　inert　beside　her。　She　threw　off　her　cloak　and

walked　towards　the　moon；　silver…white　herself。　He　followed　her

closely。

The　music　began　again　and　the　dance。　He　appropriated　her。

There　was　a　fierce；　white；　cold　passion　in　her　heart。　But　he

held　her　close；　and　danced　with　her。　Always　present；　like　a　soft

weight　upon　her；　bearing　her　down；　was　his　body　against　her　as

they　danced。　He　held　her　very　close；　so　that　she　could　feel　his

body；　the　weight　of　him　sinking；　settling　upon　her；　overing

her　life　and　energy；　making　her　inert　along　with　him；　she　felt

his　hands　pressing　behind　her；　upon　her。　But　still　in　her　body

was　the　subdued；　cold；　indomitable　passion。　She　liked　the　dance：

it　eased　her；　put　her　into　a　sort　of　trance。　But　it　was　only　a

kind　of　waiting；　of　using　up　t