He pulled her closer still and kissed her mouth.
“Na, what are you doing?” she whispered.
He let go her hands, he placed his on her breasts, and the room seemed to swim round Sabina. Suddenly, from the room above, a frightful, tearing shriek.
She wrenched herself away, tightened herself, drew herself up.
“Who did that—who made that noise?”
In the silence the thin wailing of a baby.
“Achk!” shrieked Sabina, rushing from the room.
THE LUFT BAD
I think it must be the umbrellas which make us look ridiculous.