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lips waited on her face; waited like a butterfly that
does not move on a flower。 She pressed her breast a little
nearer to him; he moved; put both his arms round her; and drew
her close。
And then; in the darkness; he bent to her mouth; softly; and
touched her mouth with his mouth。 She was afraid; she lay still
on his arm; feeling his lips on her lips。 She kept still;
helpless。 Then his mouth drew near; pressing open her mouth; a
hot; drenching surge rose within her; she opened her lips to
him; in pained; poignant eddies she drew him nearer; she let him
e farther; his lips came and surging; surging; soft; oh soft;
yet oh; like the powerful surge of water; irresistible; till
with a little blind cry; she broke away。
She heard him breathing heavily; strangely; beside her。 A
terrible and magnificent sense of his strangeness possessed her。
But she shrank a little now; within herself。 Hesitating; they
continued to walk on; quivering like shadows under the ash trees
of the hill; where her grandfather had walked with his daffodils
to make his proposal; and where her mother had gone with her
young husband; walking close upon him as Ursula was now walking
upon Skrebensky。
Ursula was aware of the dark limbs of the trees stretching
overhead; clothed with leaves; and of fine ash leaves tressing
the summer night。
They walked with their bodies moving in plex unity; close
together。 He held her hand; and they went the long way round by
the road; to be farther。 Always she felt as if she were
supported off her feet; as if her feet were light as little
breezes in motion。
He would kiss her ag