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　love　to　him；　and　he　did　not　make

love　to　her。　He　felt　a　strong　blood　in　his　limbs　again。

And　she　loved　the　intent；　far　look　of　his　eyes　when　they

rested　on　her：　intent；　yet　far；　not　near；　not　with　her。　And　she

wanted　to　bring　them　near。　She　wanted　his　eyes　to　e　to　hers；

to　know　her。　And　they　would　not。　They　remained　intent；　and　far；

and　proud；　like　a　hawk's　naive　and　inhuman　as　a　hawk's。　So　she

loved　him　and　caressed　him　and　roused　him　like　a　hawk；　till　he

was　keen　and　instant；　but　without　tenderness。　He　came　to　her

fierce　and　hard；　like　a　hawk　striking　and　taking　her。　He　was　no

mystic　any　more；　she　was　his　aim　and　object；　his　prey。　And　she

was　carried　off；　and　he　was　satisfied；　or　satiated　at　last。

Then　immediately　she　began　to　retaliate　on　him。　She　too　was　a

hawk。　If　she　imitated　the　pathetic　plover　running　plaintive　to

him；　that　was　part　of　the　game。　When　he；　satisfied；　moved　with　a

proud；　insolent　slouch　of　the　body　and　a　half…contemptuous　drop

of　the　head；　unaware　of　her；　ignoring　her　very　existence；　after

taking　his　fill　of　her　and　getting　his　satisfaction　of　her；　her

soul　roused；　its　pinions　became　like　steel；　and　she　struck　at

him。　When　he　sat　on　his　perch　glancing　sharply　round　with

solitary　pride；　pride　eminent　and　fierce；　she　dashed　at　him　and

threw　him　from　his　station　savagely；　she　goaded　him　from　his

keen　dign