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He
said
no
more
,
but
held
her
and
rocked
her
as
if
she
were
a
baby
until
the
heat
of
the
fire
partially
dried
his
shirt
and
hair
and
he
felt
some
of
the
stiffness
drain
from
her
.
Then
he
put
his
hand
beneath
her
chin
,
tilted
her
head
until
she
looked
up
at
him
,
and
without
thinking
kissed
her
.
It
was
a
confused
impulse
not
rooted
in
desire
,
just
something
he
instinctively
offered
when
he
saw
what
lay
in
the
grey
eyes
.
Something
apart
,
a
different
kind
of
sacrament
.
Her
arms
slid
up
under
his
to
meet
across
his
back
;
he
could
not
stop
himself
flinching
,
suppress
the
exclamation
of
pain
.
She
drew
back
a
little
.
"
What
's
the
matter
?
"
"
I
must
have
bruised
my
ribs
when
the
plane
came
in
.
We
bogged
to
the
fuselage
in
good
old
Gilly
mud
,
so
it
was
a
pretty
rough
landing
.
I
wound
up
balanced
on
the
back
of
the
seat
in
front
of
me
.
"
"
Here
,
let
me
see
.
"
Fingers
steady
,
she
unbuttoned
the
damp
shirt
and
peeled
it
off
his
arms
,
pulled
it
free
of
his
breeches
.
Under
the
surface
of
the
smooth
brown
skin
a
purpling
ugly
patch
extended
from
one
side
clear
across
to
the
other
below
the
rib
cage
;
her
breath
caught
.
"
Oh
,
Ralph
!
You
rode
all
the
way
from
Gilly
with
this
?
How
it
must
have
hurt
!
Do
you
feel
all
right
?
No
faintness
?
You
might
have
ruptured
something
inside
!
"
"
No
,
I
'm
fine
,
and
I
did
n't
feel
it
,
honestly
.
I
was
so
anxious
to
get
here
,
make
sure
you
were
all
right
,
that
I
suppose
I
simply
eliminated
it
from
my
mind
.
If
I
was
bleeding
internally
I
'd
have
known
about
it
long
before
now
,
I
expect
.
God
,
Meggie
,
do
n't
!
"
Her
head
had
gone
down
,
she
was
delicately
touching
her
lips
to
the
bruise
,
her
palms
sliding
up
his
chest
to
his
shoulders
with
a
deliberate
sensuousness
that
staggered
him
.
Fascinated
,
terrified
,
meaning
to
free
himself
at
any
cost
,
he
pulled
her
head
away
;
but
somehow
all
he
succeeded
in
doing
was
having
her
back
in
his
arms
,
a
snake
coiled
tightly
about
his
will
,
strangling
it
.
Pain
was
forgotten
,
Church
was
forgotten
,
God
was
forgotten
.
He
found
her
mouth
,
forced
it
open
hungrily
,
wanting
more
and
more
of
her
,
not
able
to
hold
her
close
enough
to
assuage
the
ghastly
drive
growing
in
him
.
She
gave
him
her
neck
,
bared
her
shoulders
where
the
skin
was
cool
,
smoother
and
glossier
than
satin
;
it
was
like
drowning
,
sinking
deeper
and
deeper
,
gasping
and
helpless
.
Mortality
pressed
down
on
him
,
a
great
weight
crushing
his
soul
,
liberating
the
bitter
dark
wine
of
his
senses
in
a
sudden
flood
.
He
wanted
to
weep
;
the
last
of
his
desire
trickled
away
under
the
burden
of
his
mortality
,
and
he
wrenched
her
arms
from
about
his
wretched
body
,
sat
back
on
his
heels
with
his
head
sunken
forward
,
seeming
to
become
utterly
absorbed
in
watching
his
hands
tremble
on
his
knees
.
Meggie
,
what
have
you
done
to
me
,
what
might
you
do
to
me
if
I
let
you
?
