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But it was too soon。 She rose; and went across the room to a
drawer; taking out a little tray…cloth。 There was something
quiet and professional about her。 She had been a nurse beside
her husband; both in Warsaw and in the rebellion afterwards。 She
proceeded to set a tray。 It was as if she ignored Brangwen。 He
sat up; unable to bear a contradiction in her。 She moved about
inscrutably。
Then; as he sat there; all mused and wondering; she came near
to him; looking at him with wide; grey eyes that almost smiled
with a low light。 But her ugly…beautiful mouth was still unmoved
and sad。 He was afraid。
His eyes; strained and roused with unusedness; quailed a
little before her; he felt himself quailing and yet he rose; as
if obedient to her; he bent and kissed her heavy; sad; wide
mouth; that was kissed; and did not alter。 Fear was too strong
in him。 Again he had not got her。
She turned away。 The vicarage kitchen was untidy; and yet to
him beautiful with the untidiness of her and her child。 Such a
wonderful remoteness there was about her; and then something in
touch with him; that made his heart knock in his chest。 He stood
there and waited; suspended。
Again she came to him; as he stood in his black clothes; with
blue eyes very bright and puzzled for her; his face tensely
alive; his hair dishevelled。 She came close up to him; to his
intent; black…clothed body; and laid her hand on his arm。 He
remained unmoved。 Her eyes; with a blackness of memory
struggling with passion; primitive and electric away at the back
of them; rejected him and absorbed him at once。 But he remained
himself。 H