She was crying/ Ernest Hemingway
Then he felt her hand on his shoulder and turned quickly, his right hand holding the pistol under the robe. “Oh, it is thee,” he said and dropping the pistol he reached both arms up and pulled her down. With his arms around her he could feel her shivering. “Get in,” he said softly. […]
The Night Masculine and Feminine/ by D. H. Lawrence
He extinguished the lamps at once, and it was pure night, with shadows of trees like realities of other, nightly being. He threw a rug on to the bracken, and they sat in stillness and mindless silence. There were faint sounds from the wood, but no disturbance, no possible disturbance, the world was under […]
