第60部分(第5/9 頁)

　repeated　the　soft　voice。

And　she　knew　that　if　she　turned；　she　would　die。　A　strange

rage　filled　her；　a　rage　to　tear　things　asunder。　Her　hands　felt

destructive；　like　metal　blades　of　destruction。

〃Let　me　alone；〃　she　said。

A　darkness；　an　obstinacy　settled　on　him　too；　in　a　kind　of

inertia。　He　sat　inert　beside　her。　She　threw　off　her　cloak　and

walked　towards　the　moon；　silver…white　herself。　He　followed　her

closely。

The　music　began　again　and　the　dance。　He　appropriated　her。

There　was　a　fierce；　white；　cold　passion　in　her　heart。　But　he

held　her　close；　and　danced　with　her。　Always　present；　like　a　soft

weight　upon　her；　bearing　her　down；　was　his　body　against　her　as

they　danced。　He　held　her　very　close；　so　that　she　could　feel　his

body；　the　weight　of　him　sinking；　settling　upon　her；　overing

her　life　and　energy；　making　her　inert　along　with　him；　she　felt

his　hands　pressing　behind　her；　upon　her。　But　still　in　her　body

was　the　subdued；　cold；　indomitable　passion。　She　liked　the　dance：

it　eased　her；　put　her　into　a　sort　of　trance。　But　it　was　only　a

kind　of　waiting；　of　using　up　the　time　that　intervened　between

her　and　her　pure　being。　She　left　herself　against　him；　she　let

him　exert　all　his　power　over　her；　to　bear　her　down。　She　received

all　the　force　of　his　power。　She　even　wished　he　might　overe

her。　She　was　cold　and　unmoved　as　a　pillar　of　salt。