er, and perhaps more deadly. And this relieved her of herself; she felt almost irresponsible.

康妮的目光完全聚焦在他身上。无论是当日上身赤裸的他，还是现在衣着整齐的他，所透露出的那份孤寂都未曾变过。孤独而又专注，像头离群独居的野兽，自生自灭，但却也常苦思冥想，像个形单影只的灵魂，远离尘嚣。而此时此刻，他正以静默坚忍的态度，努力逃避着她关注的目光。性格焦躁、热情似火的七尺男儿，却能如此沉稳安静，拥有持久的耐心，正是这点触动了康妮的心灵。从他低垂着的头，灵活沉着的双手，以及伏着的纤细敏感的腰身，康妮体会到的是内敛和隐忍。她感觉他的人生历练远比自己深广，所遭所遇或许更加残酷。这样的想法让她感到释然，顿觉肩头的责任减轻许多。

So she sat in the doorway of the hut in a dream, utterly unaware of time and of particular circumstances. She was so drifted away that he glanced up at her quickly, and saw the utterly still, waiting look on her face. To him it was a look of waiting. And a little thin tongue of fire suddenly flickered in his loins, at the root of his back, and he groaned in spirit. He dreaded with a repulsion almost of death, any further close human contact. He wished above all things she would go away, and leave him to his own privacy. He dreaded her will, her female will, and her modern female insistency. And above all he dreaded her cool, upper-