He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a faint shudder stir her shoulders. \"What did you think of Poltergeist, John?\" She tried to engage him in conversation as Mark's music blared from the van's stereo system. ‘I’m only surprised you have not released yourself. " Still the voice was without emotion; calm, colourless. ” “And yet,” he murmured, “one of the greatest of our writers has declared that the true spirit of Bohemianism is denied to your sex. Many’s the bullets I’ve dug out of fellows in my time. Immediately she had spoken of the loose button he knew that henceforth he must show no concern over the disposition of that coat. The inn was a military haunt. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother might have cuddled a child. She thought of him as always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being. It is not at all comme il faut. She snapped out of her blissful state and looked at him squarely in the eyes.
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