And yet—he thought of the supper party where he had met Annabel Pellissier, the stories about her, his own few minutes’ whispered lovemaking! He was a self-contained young man, but his cheeks grew hot at the thought of the things which it had seemed quite natural to say to her then, but which he knew very well would have been instantly resented by the girl whom he had just left. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. She addresses you as the Flower of the Lotus, as the Resplendent Moonbeam. A pig, yes, a little. ’ ‘Ah, so you did come here to find someone,’ Gerald responded eagerly. He put his free arm around her and held the censer ready; and as Ruth snuggled her cheek against his sleeve, they were, so far as intent, in each other's arms. Perhaps she did love research for its own sake, she was certainly gifted enough. Saturday mornings at the Beck house were routine, coffee, newspaper, bagels, and Looney Toons in no particular order. “Oh my God, what if she’s dead?” More giggling. The quiet encounter and home-coming Ann Veronica and she had contemplated was entirely disorganized by this misadventure; there were no adequate explanations, and after they had settled things at Ann Veronica’s lodgings, they reached home in the early afternoon estranged and depressed, with headaches and the trumpet voice of the indomitable Kitty Brett still ringing in their ears. The first peg was torture. ‘Fiddle, Gerald.
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