last anguish of delight。
What did it matter who they were； whether they knew each
other or not？
The hour passed away again； there was severance between them；
and rage and misery and bereavement for her； and deposition and
toiling at the mill with slaves for him。 But no matter。 They had
had their hour； and should it chime again； they were ready for
it； ready to renew the game at the point where it was left off；
on the edge of the outer darkness； when the secrets within the
woman are game for the man； hunted doggedly； when the secrets of
the woman are the man's adventure； and they both give themselves
to the adventure。
She was with child； and there was again the silence and
distance between them。 She did not want him nor his secrets nor
his game； he was deposed； he was cast out。 He seethed with fury
at the small； ugly…mouthed woman who had nothing to do with him。
Sometimes his anger broke on her； but she did not cry。 She
turned on him like a tiger； and there was battle。
He had to learn to contain himself again； and he hated it。 He
hated her that she was not there for him。 And he took himself
off； anywhere。
But an instinct of gratitude and a knowledge that she would
receive him back again； that later on she would be there for him
again； prevented his straying very far。 He cautiously did not go
too far。 He knew she might lapse into ignorance of him； lapse
away from him； farther； farther； farther； till she was lost to
him。 He had sense enough； premonition enough in himself； to be
aware of this and to measure himself accordingly。 For he did not
want to lose her： he did not want h