And while they talked she could perhaps read in his eyes some quickening of emotion, some hint that behind the barrier of husbandly affection for Mela ...
So many dear memories that would bring back to him those lovely days when they roamed the County like care-free children, so many things that would ca ...
(Good Heavens! What was the name of that poem, anyway?) Do you remember that afternoon when I sprained my ankle and you carried me home in your arms i ...
But there would be time for all things, a whole week! Surely she could maneuver to get him alone and say: Do you remember those rides we used to take ...
Then she wondered feverishly if he would have done it had she met him alone, bending his tall body over hers, pulling her up on tiptoe, holding her fo ...