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Dorothy was silenced.
    The two sisters slept in adjoining rooms. There was a big bathroom between the rooms. Harry had gone again for six months. Edna let Robert come to her room at night.
    One morning looking out of the window, Dorothy saw Edna leave the house. She did not know that Robert was still in her room asleep. She went into the bathroom to take a bath. Edna had left her door open, and Dorothy, thinking herself alone, did not trouble to close it. On this door there was a mirror. Dorothy came into the bathroom and dropped her kimono. She pinned her hair up, she made up her face. Her body was magnificent. Every movement she made before the mirror brought out the provocative full, taut curves of her breasts and buttocks. Her hair was full of lights; she brushed it. Her breasts danced as she moved. She stood on her toes to make up her eyelashes.
    And Robert, on awakening, found himself looking at this spectacle from the bed, everything mirrored before him. Suddenly his whole body flushed with warmth. He threw off the covers. Dorothy was still visible in the mirror. She was leaning over to pick up her hairbrush. Robert could not bear any more. He went to the bathroom and stood there. Dorothy made no outcry. He was naked, his penis thrust out towards her, his brown eyes burning her.
    As he made a step towards her, Dorothy was taken with a strange trembling. She felt herself craving to move towards him. They fell upon each other. He half dragged, half carried her to the bed. It was like the continuation of their struggle, for she fought him, but her every movement only made him increase the pressure of his knees, of his hands, of his mouth. Robert was wild with a desire to hurt, to bend her to his will, her resistance warming his muscles, his anger. As he took her, breaking through the virginity, he bit into her, adding pain. She was oblivious to it because of the effect of his body on hers. Wherever he touched her, she burned; after the initial pain it seemed as if her womb was inflamed too. When it was over, she craved him again. It was she who took his penis between her hands and pushed it in again, and stronger than the pain was the ecstasy of his moving inside of her.
    Robert had discovered a stronger sensation, a stronger flavor—the smell of Dorothy's hair, of her body, the strength of her as she enclosed him. In one hour she had obliterated his feelings for Edna.
    Afterwards, Dorothy was like one possessed as she remembered Robert lying over her body, moving up so that he could rub his penis between her breasts, moving towards her mouth, and she felt the dizziness one experiences before an abyss, a sense of falling, of annihilation.
    She did not know how to face Edna. She was torn with jealousy. She was afraid Robert would try to keep them both. But with Edna he only felt like becoming a child, lying at her side, putting his head on her breast and confessing everything to her, out of a need for a mother, not thinking at all of the hurt it would cause her. But he realized he could not stay. He invented a trip. He begged Dorothy to go with him. Dorothy said that she would leave later. He went to London.
    Edna followed him there. Dorothy went to Paris. She was now trying to escape from Robert because of her love for Edna. She began having an affair with a young American, Donald, because he resembled Robert.
    Robert wrote her that he could not make love to Edna anymore, that he had to pretend all the time. He had found out she was born the same day as his mother, and she was becoming more and more identified with his mother, which paralyzed him. He wouldn't tell her the truth.
    Soon after, he went to Paris to meet Dorothy. She continued to see Donald, too. Then she and Robert went on a trip. That week together, they thought they were going to go crazy. Robert's caresses put Dorothy in such a state that she begged "Take me!" He would pretend to refuse, just to see her rolling in exquisite torture, on the verge of an