She rose, and they
stole back together toward the house. There, as they stood close
together, Sally murmured: "It is cruel to leave him alone. He needs us
now, close to him."
His hand wandered slowly across her hair, and he said: "Sally, how close
can we ever be to him?"
"We can only watch and wait and try to understand," murmured Sally
Fortune.
They were so close to the door of the ruined house, now, that a taint of
burnt powder crept out to them, a small, keen odour, and with a sudden
desire to protect her, he drew her close to him. There was no tensing of
her body when his arm went around her and he knew with a rush of
tenderness how completely, how perfectly she accepted him. Over the hand
which held her he felt soft fingers settle to keep it in its place, and
when he looked down he found that her face was raised, and the eyes
which brooded on him were misty bright, like the eyes of a child when
joy overflows in it, but awe keeps it quiet.
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