I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but
there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that
oar. Are you sure what it is you want of me?”
“I want you. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like
sweet brandy, like blood. “He just wants to get laid, you know. You're
not afraid, Mr. “Now you look happy. As she talked she made weak
little gestures with her hands, and she thrust her face forward from her bent
shoulders; and she peered sometimes at Ann Veronica and sometimes at a
photograph of the Axenstrasse, near Fluelen, that hung upon the wall. She had
tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There
IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar,
which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better,
and as an Arab sheik. ’
Gerald started. ‘She?’
‘Damnation!’ He saw her frown, and added at once, ‘I beg your pardon,
ma’am.
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