"How warm!" she said.
He laughed.

There was a new, strange note in his voice, one that made her pant.
"Shall we stay out ?" he said.
"Won't it rain ?" she asked.
"No, let us walk a little way." They went down the fields and into the thick plantation of trees and pines.
"Shall we go in among the trees ?" he asked.
"Do you want to ?" "Yes." It was very dark among the firs, and the sharp spines pricked her face.
She was afraid.

Paul was silent and strange.
"I like the darkness," he said.

"I wish it were thicker--good, thick darkness." He seemed to be almost unaware of her as a person: she was only to him then a woman.

She was afraid.
He stood against a pine-tree trunk and took her in his arms.