He resisted her.
She drew his hand to her and placed it like a cup over the swell of her breast.
He trembled. "Winnie, my darling, we mustn't——"
"Laurie, I'll go mad!"
"Why, Winnie? I love you, Winnie."
But he did not love her. She seemed to him like a sickness. They were both sick with her.
"Kiss me again."
He kissed her. His palm tingled with the strangeness of her breast.
"I can't let you go 'way from me, Laurie!"
"I don't want to."