nursling。 He went about very quiet； and in a way； submissive。 He
had an unalterable self at last； free； separate；
independent。
She was relieved； she was free of him。 She had given him to
himself。 She wept sometimes with tiredness and helplessness。 But
he was a husband。 And she seemed； in the child that was ing；
to forget。 It seemed to make her warm and drowsy。 She lapsed
into a long muse； indistinct； warm； vague； unwilling to be taken
out of her vagueness。 And she rested on him also。
Sometimes she came to him with a strange light in her eyes；
poignant； pathetic； as if she were asking for something。 He
looked and he could not understand。 She was so beautiful； so
visionary； the rays seemed to go out of his breast to her； like
a shining。 He was there for her； all for her。 And she would hold
his breast； and kiss it； and kiss it； kneeling beside him； she
who was waiting for the hour of her delivery。 And he would lie
looking down at his breast； till it seemed that his breast was
not himself； that he had left it lying there。 Yet it was himself
also； and beautiful and bright with her kisses。 He was glad with
a strange； radiant pain。 Whilst she kneeled beside him； and
kissed his breast with a slow； rapt； half…devotional
movement。
He knew she wanted something； his heart yearned to give it
her。 His heart yearned over her。 An