She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. Each became frightfully aware of the other as a plastic energetic body, of the strong muscles of neck against cheek, of hands gripping shoulder-blade and waist. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. “We have a private room at St. Two-and-twenty! I can’t imagine what your parents can be thinking about to let you get into these scrapes.
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