Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. It was a great weight from her shoulders to confide in another human being, and she suspected he did truly believe her. “Miss Pellissier,” he said, “don’t!” “Why not?” she asked, smiling. . She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things.
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