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al　shadows；　but　themselves　majestic

and　dimly　present。　She；　like　glimmering　gossamer；　seemed　to　burn

among　them；　as　they　rose　like　cold　fires　to　the　silvery…bluish

air。　All　was　intangible；　a　burning　of　cold；　glimmering；

whitish…steely　fires。　He　was　afraid　of　the　great

moon…conflagration　of　the　cornstacks　rising　above　him。　His　heart

grew　smaller；　it　began　to　fuse　like　a　bead。　He　knew　he　would

die。

She　stood　for　some　moments　out　in　the　overwhelming　luminosity

of　the　moon。　She　seemed　a　beam　of　gleaming　power。　She　was　afraid

of　what　she　was。　Looking　at　him；　at　his　shadowy；　unreal；

wavering　presence　a　sudden　lust　seized　her；　to　lay　hold　of　him

and　tear　him　and　make　him　into　nothing。　Her　hands　and　wrists

felt　immeasurably　hard　and　strong；　like　blades。　He　waited　there

beside　her　like　a　shadow　which　she　wanted　to　dissipate；　destroy

as　the　moonlight　destroys　a　darkness；　annihilate；　have　done

with。　She　looked　at　him　and　her　face　gleamed　bright　and

inspired。　She　tempted　him。

And　an　obstinacy　in　him　made　him　put　his　arm　round　her　and

draw　her　to　the　shadow。　She　submitted：　let　him　try　what　he　could

do。　Let　him　try　what　he　could　do。　He　leaned　against　the　side　of

the　stack；　holding　her。　The　stack　stung　him　keenly　with　a

thousand　cold；　sharp　flames。　Still　obstinately　he　held　her。

And　timorously；　his　hands　went　over　her；　over　the　salt；

pact　brilliance　of　her　body。　If　he　could　but　have　her；　how　he

would　enjoy　her！　If　he　could　but　net　her　brilliant；　cold；

salt…burning　body　in　the　soft　iron　of　his　own　hands；　net　her；

capture　her；　hold　her　down；　how　madly　he　would　enjoy　her。　He

strove　subtly；　but　w