1 With a queer obedience, she lay down on the blanket.
2 Connie hated the feel of the blanket against her skin.
3 He put the blankets down carefully, one folded for her head.
4 He spread the blankets, putting one at the side for a coverlet.
5 She obeyed in silence, and he lay beside her, and pulled the blanket over them both.
6 He went to the hut, and wrapped himself in the blanket and lay on the floor to sleep.
7 He hung up his gun, slipped out of his wet leather jacket, and reached for the blankets.
8 She stood in the door of the hut, with a blanket round her, looking into the drenched, motionless silence.
9 She dropped her blanket and kneeled on the clay hearth, holding her head to the fire, and shaking her hair to dry it.
10 Then he cleared aside the chair and table, and took a brown, soldier's blanket from the tool chest, spreading it slowly.
11 It was all tidy, the corn put in the bin, the blankets folded on the shelf, the straw neat in a corner; a new bundle of straw.
12 Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep.
13 All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep.
14 Still panting with their exertions, each wrapped in an army blanket, but the front of the body open to the fire, they sat on a log side by side before the blaze, to get quiet.
15 So she lay on the blanket with curved, soft naked haunches, and he had no idea what she was thinking, but to him too she was beautiful, the soft, marvellous thing he could go into, beyond everything.