She had made a bed for herself out of wood and furs. He had deliberately saved it for last. He was followed by a great pile of black organs, hers, her female parts. He had never wanted daughters. “You understand, then,” he was saying, “you understand?” “I understand,” said Ann Veronica, tear-wet and flushed with a reciprocal passion, but standing up to him with an equality that amazed even herself, “I understand. Only I wish—I wish to-day I was a thousand times, ten thousand times more beautiful. I wanted to talk to you before when you first came to live here two years ago, but I never did.
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