As he felt the threshold of soft wetness he froze and said, “Lucy, are you sure?” She whispered, “Yes,” and guided the top of his penis into her vagina. This queer father of hers had given her everything but his arms. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty. Only how had they missed him? Were they imbecile? Or perhaps the mists had concealed him from them. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. "Wretch!" she cried, "you shall not force me to your hateful purpose.
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