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ere　such　strangers；　they　must　for　ever　be　such

strangers；　that　his　passion　was　a　clanging　torment　to　him。　Such

intimacy　of　embrace；　and　such　utter　foreignness　of　contact！　It

was　unbearable。　He　could　not　bear　to　be　near　her；　and　know　the

utter　foreignness　between　them；　know　how　entirely　they　were

strangers　to　each　other。　He　went　out　into　the　wind。　Big　holes

were　blown　into　the　sky；　the　moonlight　blew　about。　Sometimes　a

high　moon；　liquid…brilliant；　scudded　across　a　hollow　space　and

took　cover　under　electric；　brown…iridescent　cloud…edges。　Then

there　was　a　blot　of　cloud；　and　shadow。　Then　somewhere　in　the

night　a　radiance　again；　like　a　vapour。　And　all　the　sky　was

teeming　and　tearing　along；　a　vast　disorder　of　flying　shapes　and

darkness　and　ragged　fumes　of　light　and　a　great　brown　circling

halo；　then　the　terror　of　a　moon　running　liquid…brilliant　into

the　open　for　a　moment；　hurting　the　eyes　before　she　plunged　under

cover　of　cloud　again。

CHAPTER　II

THEY　LIVE　AT　THE　MARSH

She　was　the　daughter　of　a　Polish　landowner　who；　deeply　in

debt　to　the　Jews；　had　married　a　German　wife　with　money；　and　who

had　died　just　before　the　rebellion。　Quite　young；　she　had　married

Paul　Lensky；　an　intellectual　who　had　studied　at　Berlin；　and　had

returned　to　Warsaw　a　patriot。　Her　mother　had　married　a　German

merchant　and　gone　away。

Lydia　Lensky；　married　to　the　young　doctor；　became　with　him　a

patriot　and　an　emancipee。　They　were　poor；　but　they

were　very　conceited。　She　learned　nursing　as　a　mark　of　her

emancipation。　They　represented　in　Poland　the　new　movement　just

begun　in　Russia。　But　they　were　very　patriotic：　and；　at　the