larch

• He had begun to love Miriam with a sincerity that wished to win and not to force her; he had controlled the wild heritage of his fathers and tried to forget the sweetness of her body in the larch-wood; he was determined not to take what she would not give him gladly; and now, by her own act, she had changed his striving love into desire--desire to hurt, to feel her struggling in his arms, hating his kisses, paying a bitter price for her misuse of him. —  Moor Fires
• She meant to use it: she was kept quiet by that determination, by the intensity of her horror for caresses that, unlike those first ones in the larch-wood, marked her as a thing to be used and thrown away She knew his thoughts of her, but she had her own amid a delirium of hate, and when he released her, she was shaking from the effort of her control Now I've done with you," he said, and she heard him laugh as he went away She longed to scream until the sky cracked with the noise, and she had no knowledge of her journey home. —  Moor Fires
• Helen was the star, shining in the larch-wood. —  Moor Fires
• The larch-lined hollow would half suffocate her, she believed, but she would grow accustomed to its closeness as she would grow used to George and George to her. —  Moor Fires
• She had to leave it: George was waiting for her at the farm, but the house was like a part of her, and she was not complete when she turned away from it There was daylight on the moor, but when she dipped into the larch-wood she found it was already night, and night lay on the cobbled courtyard, on the farmhouse, and on George, who waited in the doorway You're like you were before," he said. —  Moor Fires

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