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The darkness flowedabout them thick like blood, and time seemed dissolved in
it.
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He, too, sat down in a chair by the window. Actually to go,actually to
die the death, actually to cross the border and begone, to be gone. She pressed
her arms into her lap, as ifholding them bent had wearied her.
She opened her
eyes, afraid lest she had disturbed him.
Daphne tapped low and rapidly at the
door. I am no Egyptologist, said Lady Beveridge, so I cant judge. When
thedarkness comes, I shall always be in the darkness of you.
Perhaps you dont
know when you should be afraid.
She, however, sat on and did not make
asound.
She could not understand aword, of course. As the thought of eternity
helps me, said Basil.
She lifted her face andwatched as he entered. She had
gone to sleepfrom the nuit blanche of her days.
But in your heart ofhearts know
that I shall come again, and that I have taken you forever.
Oh no, Sir Captain,
I dont want that you come. They knew she waspoor, that she could not afford a
car, nor anything. Andwhen she went to him as his lover, his wife, it was
always dark.
The room seemed high, remote, in the sky.
Yet he did not know what
else to do butto make love to her.
He wasquieter than ever, and seemed very far
away.
Then suddenly, without knowing, he went across in the dark, feelingfor
the end of the couch.
Curious how fresh and luminous her facelooked in contrast
to his. She rose helplessly and hurried down thecorridor. Shefilled him with
uncertainty and with uncanny fear. And thento fulfil myself, brooding through
eternity.
There had alwaysbeen a pressure against her breathing. She waited
with fretful impatience for ten oclock, when she couldretire.
There had
alwaysbeen a pressure against her breathing.
Sheflew to the door and out of the
room, closing the door to behindher. She had always beenAphrodite, the
self-conscious one. He looked into her eyes, his own eyes dark with knowledge
and pain.
Well, if she does, he said, there will be no bitterness in it. Count
Dionys wasleft with the two young people in the house.
There had alwaysbeen a
pressure against her breathing. The interior was cosy, panelled to theceiling,
and the ceiling moulded and touched with gold. In the night, inthe dark, and in
death, you are mine.
Sheflew to the door and out of the room, closing the door
to behindher. She looked direct into his face, searching hissoul.
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