She shivered. "It's horrible—incredible! I suppose one has to be a lifelong Anglo-Indian to realise quite how incredible it feels—to us."
He put his arms round her, as if to shield her from the memory of it all.
"I'll see you to-morrow?" she asked.
"Of course. If I can square it. But we shall be snowed under with emergency orders. I'll send a note in any case."
"Take care of yourself—on my account," she commanded softly; and they kissed.
But—whether fancy or fact—Roy had an under sense of mutual constraint. It was not the same thing at all as that last kiss at Shadara.
There they had come closer, in spirit, than ever yet. Now—not two hours later—the thin end of an unseen wedge seemed to be stealthily pressing them apart.
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[29] House.
[30] Alas, alas!