eyes looking at
the moon。 He came direct to her； without preliminaries。 She held
him pinned down at the chest； awful。 The fight； the struggle for
consummation was terrible。 It lasted till it was agony to his
soul； till he succumbed； till he gave way as if dead； lay with
his face buried； partly in her hair； partly in the sand；
motionless； as if he would be motionless now for ever； hidden
away in the dark； buried； only buried； he only wanted to be
buried in the goodly darkness； only that； and no more。
He seemed to swoon。 It was a long time before he came to
himself。 He was aware of an unusual motion of her breast。 He
looked up。 Her face lay like an image in the moonlight； the eyes
wide open； rigid。 But out of the eyes； slowly； there rolled a
tear； that glittered in the moonlight as it ran down her
cheek。
He felt as if as the knife were being pushed into his already
dead body。 With head strained back； he watched； drawn tense； for
some minutes； watched the unaltering； rigid face like metal in
the moonlight； the fixed； unseeing eye； in which slowly the
water gathered； shook with glittering moonlight； then
surcharged； brimmed over and ran trickling； a tear with its
burden of moonlight； into the darkness； to fall in the sand。
He drew gradually away as if afraid； drew away……she did
not move。 He glanced at her……she lay the sam