at him in the Marsh kitchen。 In himself; he knew her。 But his
outward faculties seemed suspended。 He did not see her with his
eyes; nor hear her with his voice。
And yet he trembled; sometimes into a kind of swoon; holding
her in his arms。 They would stand sometimes folded together in
the barn; in silence。 Then to her; as she felt his young; tense
figure with her hands; the bliss was intolerable; intolerable
the sense that she possessed him。 For his body was so keen and
wonderful; it was the only reality in her world。 In her world;
there was this one tense; vivid body of a man; and then many
other shadowy men; all unreal。 In him; she touched the centre of
reality。 And they were together; he and she; at the heart of the
secret。 How she clutched him to her; his body the central body
of all life。 Out of the rock of his form the very fountain of
life flowed。
But to him; she was a flame that consumed him。 The flame
flowed up his limbs; flowed through him; till he was consumed;
till he existed only as an unconscious; dark transit of flame;
deriving from her。
Sometimes; in the darkness; a cow coughed。 There was; in the
darkness; a slow sound of cud chewing。 And it all seemed to flow
round them and upon them as the hot blood flows through the
womb; laving the unborn young。
Sometimes; when it was cold; they stood to be lovers in the
stables; where the air was warm and sharp with ammonia。 And
during these dark vigils; he learned to know her; her body
against his; they drew nearer and nearer together; the kisses
came more subtly close and fitting。 So when in the thick
darkness a horse suddenly scrambled to its feet; with a dull;
thunderous sound; they listened as one person listening; they
knew as one person; they were conscious of the horse。
Tom Brangwen had taken them a cottage at Cossethay; on a
twenty…one years lease。 Will Brangwens eyes lit up as he saw
it。 It was the cottage next the church; with dark yew…trees;
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