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How proud she hat a lovely proud thing her young body!

And she loved him to put his hand on her ripe fullness, so that

he should thrill also with the stir and the quickening there He

was afraid and silent, but she flung her arms round his neck

with proud, impudent joy

The pains came on, and Oh--how she cried! She would have

hi cries she would look at

hih on her face,

saying: "I don't h But to her it was never deathly Even the

fierce, tearing pain was exhilarating She screamed and

suffered, but was all the time curiously alive and vital She

felt so powerfully alive and in the hands of such awas one of

exhilaration She knew she inning, winning, she was always

winning, with each onset of pain she was nearer to victory

Probably he suffered more than she did He was not shocked or

horrified But he was screwed very tight in the vise of

suffering

It was a girl The second of silence on her face when they

said so showed hi