1 But when I came to, I knew another part of me was finished.
2 And it was one of the disappointments of her life, that he never finished.
3 Connie found it impossible to come to her crisis before he had really finished his.
4 He was the trembling excited sort of lover, whose crisis soon came, and was finished.
5 Because, after all, like so many modern men, he was finished almost before he had begun.
6 They say Tevershall's done, finished: only a question of a few more years, and it'll have to shut down.
7 With the Greeks it gave a lovely flicker, then Plato and Aristotle killed it, and Jesus finished it off.
8 Slender, quiet and quick, the man finished the coop he was making, turned it over, tried the sliding door, then set it aside.
9 An then he slipped on Bestwood Hill, on a slide as the lads ad made last winter, an broke his thigh, and that finished him, poor old man, it did seem a shame.
10 Then suddenly he tipped her up and fell with her on the path, in the roaring silence of the rain, and short and sharp, he took her, short and sharp and finished, like an animal.
11 Even when he had finished, she did not rouse herself to get a grip on her own satisfaction, as she had done with Michaelis; she lay still, and the tears slowly filled and ran from her eyes.
12 And yet when he had finished, soon over, and lay very very still, receding into silence, and a strange motionless distance, far, farther than the horizon of her awareness, her heart began to weep.
13 The physical desire he did not satisfy in her; he was always come and finished so quickly, then shrinking down on her breast, and recovering somewhat his effrontery while she lay dazed, disappointed, lost.
14 Even the tightness of his arms round her, even the intense movement of his body, and the springing of his seed in her, was a kind of sleep, from which she did not begin to rouse till he had finished and lay softly panting against her breast.
15 And when I'd come and really finished, then she'd start on her own account, and I had to stop inside her till she brought herself off, wriggling and shouting, she'd clutch clutch with herself down there, an then she'd come off, fair in ecstasy.
16 Underneath came a sort of escritoire outfit: blotters, pens, ink-bottles, paper, envelopes, memorandum books: and then a perfect sewing-outfit, with three different sized scissors, thimbles, needles, silks and cottons, darning egg, all of the very best quality and perfectly finished.
17 And he roused a certain craving passion in her, with his little boy's nakedness and softness; she had to go on after he had finished, in the wild tumult and heaving of her loins, while he heroically kept himself up, and present in her, with all his will and self-offering, till she brought about her own crisis, with weird little cries.
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