[ Every line buoys her, sends her toward ecstatic heights. (What he said of their home, oh - how could she ever hope to find better than this man? How could she be so fortunate now, after all the misfortune that plagued her?)
She even draws the phone to her breast, presses it to her heart as though embracing it, her eyes closed and smile blissful.
And then reads his final words and feels a bitter, mercilessly sudden plummet into desolation.
Saturday. Damn his brother. Damn his father.
But she won't make him feel worse about it! No, he shouldn't know (until he returns home) (they'll have to let him come home eventually, surely!) just how miserable she is at the distance. ]
For you, Husband, I will endure anything - anything at all! Just as you brave a cruel sun for my sake. And I shall do so with a smile, because the reward is inevitably your kiss.
As for Meneer Scarlett, he may run through the county all he pleases, but you have my word of assurance that he has not one fair lass (or lad) to run with him. The gaggle that followed him at my father's party was - how did your friend put it? 'Having a go'?
Sporting with him. At his expense - laughing at him for days after. Not one of them would show her petticoat for his knife, jellied or otherwise. (And the men here who would invite virility instead of the blush of womanhood are far too cautious to take a stranger's assignation.)
I expect he was left to the same 'get-up-and-go' as you have been, perhaps (probably) (definitely) without someone as enjoyable as myself to assist.
Oh, no more talk of Deforest! He speaks enough of himself. Let's play a game to help you pass the dreary hours!
(Not THAT game, mind you. Just now, anyway.)
You find the world's color deepened by my eyes? Oh, let's do try to brighten it across the miles. Tell me a color you see, and I shall try to guess the form it takes!
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She even draws the phone to her breast, presses it to her heart as though embracing it, her eyes closed and smile blissful.
And then reads his final words and feels a bitter, mercilessly sudden plummet into desolation.
Saturday. Damn his brother. Damn his father.
But she won't make him feel worse about it! No, he shouldn't know (until he returns home) (they'll have to let him come home eventually, surely!) just how miserable she is at the distance. ]
For you, Husband, I will endure anything - anything at all! Just as you brave a cruel sun for my sake. And I shall do so with a smile, because the reward is inevitably your kiss.
As for Meneer Scarlett, he may run through the county all he pleases, but you have my word of assurance that he has not one fair lass (or lad) to run with him. The gaggle that followed him at my father's party was - how did your friend put it? 'Having a go'?
Sporting with him. At his expense - laughing at him for days after. Not one of them would show her petticoat for his knife, jellied or otherwise. (And the men here who would invite virility instead of the blush of womanhood are far too cautious to take a stranger's assignation.)
I expect he was left to the same 'get-up-and-go' as you have been, perhaps (probably) (definitely) without someone as enjoyable as myself to assist.
Oh, no more talk of Deforest! He speaks enough of himself. Let's play a game to help you pass the dreary hours!
(Not THAT game, mind you. Just now, anyway.)
You find the world's color deepened by my eyes? Oh, let's do try to brighten it across the miles. Tell me a color you see, and I shall try to guess the form it takes!