During the week, her uniform was the blue and white scrubs of a nurse, the job she had suffered at for twenty-seven years. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. ” He put his hands in his pockets, his mouth puckered to a whistle, and he went to the door of the outer preparation-room and stood there, looking, save for the faintest intensification of his natural ruddiness, the embodiment of blond serenity. It seemed to her at this moment that there was nothing left for her to do. C. Fas du tout. What Miss Miniver would have called the Higher Truth supervenes. She felt sharp animal teeth pierce her above her shoulder. He was out of breath, and spoke in broken sentences. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. Why don’t you wait and see if you do truly love me, then I can believe you? Then I know I am worth waiting for. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea.
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