第90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。

de　a　ghostly　whiteness　and　a　whisper。

He　was　sure　of　himself。　As　she　walked；　the　soft　silk　of　her

dress……she　wore　a　blue　shantung；　full…skirted……blew

away　from　the　sea　and　flapped　and　clung　to　her　legs。　She　wished

it　would　not。　Everything　seemed　to　give　her　away；　and　she　could

not　rouse　herself　to　deny；　she　was　so　confused。

He　would　lead　her　away　to　a　pocket　in　the　sand…hills；　secret

amid　the　grey　thorn…bushes　and　the　grey；　glassy　grass。　He　held

her　close　against　him；　felt　all　her　firm；　unutterably　desirable

mould　of　body　through　the　fine　fibre　of　the　silk　that　fell　about

her　limbs。　The　silk；　slipping　fierily　on　the　hidden；　yet

revealed　roundness　and　firmness　of　her　body；　her　loins；　seemed

to　run　in　him　like　fire；　make　his　brain　burn　like　brimstone。　She

liked　it；　the　electric　fire　of　the　silk　under　his　hands　upon　her

limbs；　the　fire　flew　over　her；　as　he　drew　nearer　and　nearer　to

discovery。　She　vibrated　like　a　jet　of　electric；　firm　fluid　in

response。　Yet　she　did　not　feel　beautiful。　All　the　time；　she　felt

she　was　not　beautiful　to　him；　only　exciting。　＇She　let　him　take　her；

and　he　seemed　mad；　mad　with　excited　passion。　But　she；　as　she　lay

afterwards　on　the　cold；　soft　sand；　looking　up　at　the　blotted；

faintly　luminous　sky；　felt　that　she　was　as　cold　now　as　she

had　been　before。　Yet　he；　breathing　heavily；　seemed　almost　savagely

satisfied。　He　seemed　revenged。

A　little　wind　wafted　the　sea　grass　and　passed　over　her　face。　Where　was　the

supreme　fulfilment　she　would　never　enjoy？　Why　was　she　so　cold；　so

unroused；　so　indifferent？

As　they　went　home；　and　she　saw　the　many；　hateful　lights　of　the　bungalow；