Читать книгу Midsummer Star - Betty Neels, Бетти Нилс - Страница 2
She said in a rigid voice,
“Thank you for my day out,”
and then, the manners forgotten, hurled herself at him and buried her head against his shoulder.
ОглавлениеHe caught her deftly and held her close. Presently she pulled away and raised her eyes to his.
“I must be mad,” she told him, “after what you did this evening.” She drew a deep breath and then rushed on in a rather loud voice, “I said I didn’t want to see you ever again, and I meant it!”
“That’s a perfectly natural reaction.” Oliver opened the door for her.
She brushed past him with a muttered good-night and once in her room tore off her clothes and jumped into bed. She wouldn’t sleep, of that she was certain. Her head was seething with odds and ends of thoughts which needed sorting out before morning. “Nicky, oh, Nicky!” she said to the dark room, but it was Oliver’s calm face which her mind’s eye saw before she fell into exhausted, dreamless sleep.
