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Rh that he knew all about women; he knew that the woman who lets herself be touched will let herself be wholly possessed.

"A woman," he said to himself, "who has been as familiar as Rose has been, or even much less familiar, ought to be one who has surrendered herself. Perhaps she might make me wait a few days more, but she would belong to me, she would let her eyes confess it and her lips would speak it out. Such a woman would even be disposed to hasten the coming of the delightful moment, if I had not the wit to prepare it myself. Rose, being a young girl and having only the dimmest presentiments of the truth, does not know how to hasten our happiness; otherwise she most certainly would hasten it. She belongs, then, to me. The question to be answered is this: shall I go on smelling the rose on the tree, or shall I pluck it?"

The poetical quality of this metaphor seemed to him perhaps a little ﬂabby. He began to speak to himself, without actually articulating the words, even in a whisper, in more precise terms.

"Well, then, if I take her, I shall keep her. I have never thought of marrying, but it's no