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She went still more gently and with half-shut eyes through her / illuminated house. She turned the lights out in her room and undressed / herself in the darkness. She laid herself on the bed with straight lax / limbs, with arms held apart a little from her body, with eyelids shut / lightly on her eyes; all fleshly contacts were diminished.
It was now as if her being drank at every pore the swimming darkness; as / if the rhythm of her heart and of her breath had ceased in the pulse of / its invasion. She sank in it and was covered with wave upon wave of / darkness. She sank and was upheld; she dissolved and was gathered / together again, a flawless crystal. She was herself the heart of the / charmed circle, poised in the ultimate unspeakable stillness, beyond / death, beyond birth, beyond the movements, the vehemences, the / agitations of the world. She drew Harding Powell into it and held him / there.