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. But it was very hard to follow. Michelle was laid onto the back seat, her head cradled in Lucy’s lap. "The Dawn Pearl!" he said, making to recline again. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. Through a blur of tears Ruth followed the rocking light until it vanished.
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