and he was looking up at her with his hateful； hard； bright
eyes； hard and unchanging as a bird of prey。
〃What are you crying for？〃 came the grating voice。
She winced through her womb。 She could not stop crying。
〃What are you crying for？〃 came the question again； in just
the same tone。 And still there was silence； with only the sniff
of her tears。
His eyes glittered； and as if with malignant desire。 She
shrank and became blind。 She was like a bird being beaten down。
A sort of swoon of helplessness came over her。 She was of
another order than he； she had no defence against him。 Against
such an influence； she was only vulnerable； she was given
up。
He rose and went out of the house； possessed by the evil
spirit。 It tortured him and wracked him； and fought in him。 And
whilst he worked； in the deepening twilight； it left him。
Suddenly he saw that she was hurt。 He had only seen her
triumphant before。 Suddenly his heart was torn with passion
for her。 He became alive again； in an anguish of passion。 He
could not bear to think of her tears……he could not bear it。
He wanted to go to her and pour out his heart's blood to her。 He
wanted to give everything to her； all his blood； his life； to
the last dregs； pour everything away to her。 He yearned with
passionate desire to offer himself to her； utterly。
The evening star c