but he was n't pushing her away . i stood up straight , looked down at her tight stomach , and grabbed her hips . a lion might look like that right before he leapt upon a gazelle that could n't run away quite fast enough . he knelt above her , letting her touch him until his felt himself begin to respond , begin to rise . and this eternal resting place is known as fiddlers ' green . finally , ahead , she saw the crease of daylight which filled the street . 