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She took off her things, and made him do the same. She was lovely in the first soft flush of her pregnancy.
"I ought to leave you alone," he said.
"No!" she said. "Love me! Love me, and say you'll keep me. Say you'll keep me! Say you'll never let me go, to the world nor to anybody."
She crept close against him, clinging fast to his thin, strong, naked body, the only home she had ever known.
"Then I'll keep thee," he said. "If tha wants it, then I'll keep thee."
He held her round and fast.
"And say you're glad about the child," she repeated. "Kiss it! Kiss my womb and say you're glad it's there."
But that was more difficult for him.
"I've a dread of puttin' children I' th' world," he said. "I've a dread o' th' future for 'em."
"But you've put it into me. Be tender to it, and that will be it's future already. Kiss it!"