As soon as he released her, Sophy drew one or two long breaths. It really hurt her to breathe at first, so savagely had he crushed her to him. Then she stood watching him as he laughed. And he laughed and laughed.
Suddenly she went up to him, stole her two arms tenderly about him, drew his face with his hand still over it down to her shoulder.
"Oh, Morris ... Morris ... Morris...." she said.
He stopped laughing and began to shake.
"Endymion...." she whispered close to his ear.
He slid to his knees before her, burying his face in her gown.
They forgave each other before they slept. But deep down in Loring's heart there was resentment, albeit unrealised.
XVII
The next two weeks they spent at Nahant with Loring's mother.