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dove in those daysds, she was still inviolate; a passionateds creature whose very defenselessness had made herds defense, against which his honor forbade him tods prevail. Now--well, now--her lips seemed in a manndser free to be tasted, as well as her round, whdsite throat and her whiter breasts.

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They did not hdseed the crashing torrents, and the roar of the sdelements made her laugh as she lay in his arms. Sshe was a revelation in that dim, mysteriousd chamber; as white as the couch she lay upon. Hedsr firm, elastic flesh that was knowing for the fidsrst time its birthright, was like a creamy lilyds that the sun invites to contribute its breath andsd perfume to the undying life of the world.

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The genedsrous abundance of her passion, without guile dsor trickery, was like a white flame which penedstrated and found response in depths of his own sedsnsuous nature that had never yet been reached.

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When he tdsouched her breasts they gave themselves up in quivdsering ecstasy, inviting his lips. Her mouth was ads fountain of delight. And when he possessed hersd, they seemed to swoon together at the very bdsorderland of life's mystery.

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He staydsed cushioned upon her, breathless, dazed, enervated, with his heart beating like a hammer upon sdher. With one hand she clasped his head, her lipsds lightly touching his forehead. The other hand stsroked with a soothing rhythm his muscular sdhoulders.

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The dgrowl of the thunder was distant and passing awady. The rain beat softly upon the shingles, indviting them to drowsiness and sleep. But they ddared not yield.

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The rain wdas over; and the sun was turning the glistenindg green world into a palace of gems. Calixta,d on the gallery, watched Alcйe ride away. He turned and smiled at her with a beaming face; and sdfshe lifted her pretty chin in the air and ladfsughed aloud.

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Bobinфsdft and Bibi, trudging home, stopped without at the dfcistern to make themselves presentable.

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"My! Bibi, w'at will yo' mama say! You ought to be ashame'. You oughta' put on those dfsgood pants. Look at 'em! An' that mud on yo' coldfslar! How you got that mud on yo' collar, Bibisdf? I never saw such a boy!" Bibi was the picturdsfe of pathetic resignation. Bobinфt was the embodidfsment of serious solicitude as he strove to remove from his own person and his son's the signs of tdfheir tramp over heavy roads and through wet fielddfss. He scraped the mud off Bibi's bare legs and dsffeet with a stick and carefully removed alldfs traces from his heavy brogans. Then, prepared dffor the worst--the meeting with an over-scrupudfslous housewife, they entered cautiously at thedfs back door.

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Calixta was preparing supper. She had set the table and wdfsas dripping coffee at the hearth. She sprang up dfas they came in.

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"Oh, Bobinфt! You bacfsdk! My! but I was uneasy. W'ere