第87部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

　satisfy　one　woman；　he　hung

round　others。

＇〃Don't　I　satisfy　you？〃　he　asked　of　her；　again　going　white　to　the　throat。

〃No；〃　she　said。　〃You've　never　satisfied　me　since　the　first　week　in　London。

You　never　satisfy　me　now。　What　does　it　mean　to　me；　your　having　me……〃＇

She　lifted　her　shoulders　and　turned　aside　her　face　in　a　motion　of　cold；

indifferent　worthlessness。 He　felt　he　would　kill　her。

When　she　had　roused　him　to　a　pitch　of　madness；　when　she　saw

his　eyes　all　dark　and　mad　with　suffering；　then　a　great　suffering

overcame　her　soul；　a　great；　inconquerable　suffering。　And　she

loved　him。　For；　oh；　she　wanted　to　love　him。　Stronger　than　life

or　death　was　her　craving　to　be　able　to　love　him。

And　at　such　moments；　when　he　was　made　with　her　destroying

him；　when　all　his　placency　was　destroyed；　all　his　everyday

self　was　broken；　and　only　the　stripped；　rudimentary；　primal　man

remained；　demented　with　torture；　her　passion　to　love　him　became

love；　she　took　him　again；　they　came　together　in　an　overwhelming

passion；　in　which　he　knew　he　satisfied　her。

But　it　all　contained　a　developing　germ　of　death。　After　each

contact；　her　anguished　desire　for　him　or　for　that　which　she

never　had　from　him　was　stronger；　her　love　was　more　hopeless。

After　each　contact　his　mad　dependence　on　her　was　deepened；　his

hope　of　standing　strong　and　taking　her　in　his　own　strength　was

weakened。　He　felt　himself　a　mere　attribute　of　her。

Whitsuntide　came；　just　before　her　examination。　She　was　to

have　a　few　days　of　rest。　Dorothy　had　inherited　her　patrimony