"I don't say that. But I certainly should never have thought of making love to you if you hadn't made it perfectly clear that you were ready to be made love to."
Oh, the shame of it! She knew that what he said was true. His face now was sullen and worried and his hands moved uneasily. Every now and then he gave her a little glance of exasperation.
"Won't your husband forgive you?" he said after a while.
"I never asked him."
Instinctively he clenched his hands. She saw him suppress the exclamation of annoyance which came to his lips.
"Why don't you go to him and throw yourself on his mercy? If he's as much in love with you as you say he's bound to forgive you."
"How little you know him!"
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She wiped her eyes. She tried to pull herself together.
"Charlie, if you desert me I shall die."