Атлант расправил плечи
By our love
Themelodyseemeddistantlyfamiliartoher,shefeltthatitbelongedwiththismoment,yetshefeltalsothattherewassomethingoddaboutit,somethingimportanttograsp,onlyshecouldnotthinkofitnow.
"Hi,Slug!"
"Hi,Frisco!"
Sheknew—bythewayhelookedather,byaninstant’sdropofhiseyelidsclosinghiseyes,bythebriefpullofhisheadstrivingtoleanbackandresist,bythefaint,half-smiling,half-helplessrelaxationofhislips,thenbythesuddenharshnessofhisarmsasheseizedher—thatitwasinvoluntary,thathehadnotintendedit,andthatitwasirresistiblyrightforbothofthem.
Thedesperateviolenceofthewayheheldher,thehurtingpressureofhismouthonhers,theexultantsurrenderofhisbodytothetouchofhers,werenottheformofamoment’spleasure—sheknewthatnophysicalhungercouldbringamantothis—sheknewthatitwasthestatementshehadneverheardfromhim,thegreatestconfessionofloveamancouldmake.Nomatterwhathehaddonetowreckhislife,thiswasstilltheFranciscod’Anconiainwhosebedshehadbeensoproudofbelonging—nomatterwhatbetrayalsshehadmetfromtheworld,hervisionoflifehadbeentrueandsomeindestructiblepartofithadremainedwithinhim—andinanswertoit,herbodyrespondedtohis,herarmsandmouthheldhim,confessingherdesire,confessinganacknowledgmentshehadalwaysgivenhimandalwayswould.
