The taxi swung into the darkened thoroughfare, and Julian caught Stella in his arms and kissed her as if he could never let her go.
"Not very clever of you," he murmured, "not to guess why I wanted a taxi."
"Not very clever of you," he murmured, "not to guess why I wanted a taxi"
Stella clung to him speechlessly. She did not know what to say; she only knew that he was there and that the desperate loneliness of the empty world was gone.
She wanted to speak of the things that she believed in, she wanted not to forget to reassure him, in this great subdual of her heart; but she did not have to make the effort. It was Julian who spoke of these things first.
He spoke hurriedly, with little pauses for breath, as if he were running.