Capitolo 50
sat and mused with his/her hands crossed on his/her womb. You sat and he/she thought,
and its thoughts were all around careful Cyril Stando.
For more than a hour she sat dreamily there, and it was said ended,
one to the time, in order along the events of the afternoon to be started
at the end of them. You repeated every word that Cyril had spoken
in his/her ear. You remembered every look every glance that he had cast,
to her. You thought about that pressure of faint of his/her hand as him it said
goodbye. The tender blush once more he/she returned to his/her brown cheek
with virgin shame as her it told entirely it ended. He was so beautiful
and so beautiful, and so a lot, very kind, and, perhaps, after this, her
the rincontrerebbe. His/her heaved of the breast. You were aware
of a sense new solo wakened up inside her.
To the moment its heart started to strike more violently. You didn't know
because. You/he/she had never struck first in his/her life as that--not also in
the tunnel, neither still when Cyril came on first to-day and ray to
his/her. You slowly of rose, slowly, from his/her place. Adaptation was on her.
Could this be a dream? Some strange impulse did her/it slip in before
and it is standing for one minute or two irresolute, in the middle one of the room.
Then she became round, once, twice, three times, mean unconsciously. You
turned round, asking himself/herself/itself to her the whole time that that this strange
what you/he/she could like to say; faster, faster, faster, his/her heart inside her
striking to every turn with more frantic alacrity and the speed that never.
For of the minutes she turned, while burning with red shame, still incapable to
stop, and even more incapable to tell her because or because.
For first that it was everything. You turned only and he/she panted. But as her
turned and it turned, new humors and figures seemed to force him
on her. You got up the hands and it rippled them around on his/her head
gracefully. You was putting in a position she knew, but because she didn't have idea.
All suddenly came on her as and as uncontrollably as a blush.