But you could pretend to be taking care of Emmy." "I would do anything that gave you pleasure." "Would you ?" she asked.
They were sitting by the table--the atlas between them.

She moved her hand and touched his.

The light of the lamp shone through her hair, turning it to luminous gold.

Her arm was bare to the elbow, and the warm fragrance of her nearness overspread him.

The touch thrilled him to the depths, and he flushed to his upstanding Struwel Peter hair.