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Then suddenly he heard the gate close, the pigs stirring again and grunting; and leaning
against the trunk, he pressed his hands to its mossy sides behind him, and held his breath. She
might have been a spirit threading the trees, for all the noise she made! Then he saw her quite
close _ her dark form part of a little tree, her white face part of its blossom: so still, and peering
towards him. He whispered: “Megan!” and held out his hands. She ran forward, straight to his
breast.
to hear
to press, to hold
might have been
made
When he felt her heart beating against him, Ashurst knew to the full the sensation of
chivalry and passion. Because she was not his world, because she was simple and young and
headlong, adoring and defenceless, how could he be other than her protector, in the dark!
Because she was all simple Nature and beauty, as much a part of this spring night as was the
living blossom, how should he not take all that she would give him - how not fulfil the spring in
her heart and his! And torn between these tow emotions he clasped her close, and kissed her hair.
How long they stood there without speaking he knew not.
to know (knew)
to be (was)
could be
to clasp (clasped), to kiss (kissed).
The stream went on chattering, the owls hooting, the moon kept stealing up and growing
whiter, the blossom all round them and above brightened in suspense of living beauty. Their lips
had sought each other’s, and they did not speak. The moment speech began all would be unreal!
Spring has no speech, nothing but rustling and whispering. Spring has much more than speech in
its unfolding flowers and leaves, and the coursing of its streams, and in its sweet restless
seeking!
to go on (went on), to keep
(kept), to seek (had sought), not to speak (did not speak). "
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