A Poor Wise Man
Sometimes she went, to be smothered in his hot embrace; sometimes she did
But her infatuation persisted, although there were times when his inordinate
vitality and his caresses gave her a sense of physical weariness, times when
sheer contact revolted her. He seemed always to want to touch her. Fastidiously
reared, taught a sort of aloofness from childhood, Lily found herself wondering if
all men in love were like that, always having to be held off.