You’re tired, of
course. Don't shake so. At the thought of the major, her tears redoubled and she
was obliged to rip off a piece from the remnants of her already maltreated underpetticoats with which to blow her nose and soak the damp from her cheeks. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her
return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched
fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like
sweet brandy, like blood. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. Carefully sustaining the child which, even in that terrible extremity, he
had not the heart to abandon, he fell upon his knees, and, guiding himself with
his right hand, crept slowly on. “His love-making,” she remarked, “struck me as unconvincing. “The Chens must already be here. Men had tried to kiss her—
unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to
escape.
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