Then she continued with her undressing.
When once they were in bed and the light was out, Sally told her everything.

Janet made no comments.

She listened with her eyes glaring out into the darkness, sometimes moistening her lips as they became dry.

The unconscious note in Sally's voice thrilled her; it was like that of a lark thanking God for the morning.

She felt in it the pulse of the great force of sex--nature rising like a trembling god of power out of the drab realities of everyday existence.
It wakened a sleeping animal in her.