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bitter…corrosive　shock　of　his　passion　upon　her；　destroying　her

in　blossom。　She　shrank。　She　rose　from　her　knees　and　went　away

from　him；　to　preserve　herself。　And　it　was　great　pain　to　her。

To　him　also　it　was　agony。　He　saw　the　glistening；　flower…like

love　in　her　face；　and　his　heart　was　black　because　he　did　not

want　it。　Not　this……not　this。　He　did　not　want　flowery

innocence。　He　was　unsatisfied。　The　rage　and　storm　of

unsatisfaction　tormented　him　ceaselessly。　Why　had　she　not

satisfied　him？　He　had　satisfied　her。　She　was　satisfied；　at

peace；　innocent　round　the　doors　of　her　own　paradise。

And　he　was　unsatisfied；　unfulfilled；　he　raged　in　torment；

wanting；　wanting。　It　was　for　her　to　satisfy　him：　then　let　her　do

it。　Let　her　not　e　with　flowery　handfuls　of　innocent　love。　He

would　throw　these　aside　and　trample　the　flowers　to　nothing。　He

would　destroy　her　flowery；　innocent　bliss。　Was　he　not　entitled

to　satisfaction　from　her；　and　was　not　his　heart　all　raging

desire；　his　soul　a　black　torment　of　unfulfilment。　Let　it　be

fulfilled　in　him；　then；　as　it　was　fulfilled　in　her。　He　had　given

her　her　fulfilment。　Let　her　rise　up　and　do　her　part。

He　was　cruel　to　her。　But　all　the　time　he　was　ashamed。　And

being　ashamed；　he　was　more　cruel。　For　he　was　ashamed　that　he

could　not　e　to　fulfilment　without　her。　And　he　could　not。　And

she　would　not　heed　him。　He　was　shackled　and　in　darkness　of

torment。

She　beseeched　him　to　work　again；　to　do　his　wood…carving。　But

his　soul　was　too　black。　He　had　destroyed　his　panel　of　Adam　and

Eve。　He　could　not　begin　again；　least　of　all　now；　whilst　he　was

in　this　condition。

For　her　there　was