with him； to give herself to his black； sensual power； that was
hidden all the daytime。 And the curious rolling of the eyes； as
if she were lapsing in a trance away from her ordinary
consciousness became habitual with her； when something
threatened and opposed her in life； the conscious life。
So they remained as separate in the light； and in the thick
darkness； married。 He supported her daytime authority； kept it
inviolable at last。 And she； in all the darkness； belonged to
him； to his close； insinuating； hypnotic familiarity。
All his daytime activity； all his public life； was a kind of
sleep。 She wanted to be free； to belong to the day。 And he ran
avoiding the day in work。 After tea； he went to the shed to his
carpentry or his woodcarving。 He was restoring the patched；
degraded pulpit to its original form。
But he loved to have the child near him； playing by his feet。
She was a piece of light that really belonged to him； that
played within his darkness。 He left the shed door on the latch。
And when； with his second sense of another presence； he knew she
was ing； he was satisfied； he was at rest。 When he was alone
with her； he did not want to take notice； to talk。 He wanted to
live unthinking； with her presence flickering upon him。
He always went in silence。 The child would push open the shed
door； and see him working by l