They were silent for a moment, the man so filled and charged with
feeling that he had no breath to speak, no words, if he had had breath,
to express the passion that was in him. Inexperienced as she, he
thought it sweet and beautiful that she should stand away from him with
averted face. He gazed at her tenderly, wonderingly, won, but still a
thing too sacred for his touch.
Susan, not knowing what to do and feeling blankly that something
momentous had happened and that she had not risen to it, continued to
look on the ground. She wished he would say something simple and
natural and break the intolerable silence. Finally, she felt that she
could endure it no longer, and putting her hand to her forehead, pushed
back her hair and heaved a deep sigh. He instantly moved to her all
brooding, possessive inquiry. She became alarmed lest he meant to kiss
her again and edged away from him, exclaiming hastily:
"Shall we go back? We've been a long time away."
Without speech he slid his hand into the crook of her arm and they
began to retrace their steps. She could feel his heart beating and the
warm, sinewy grasp of his fingers clasped about hers.
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