Chapter 7

           Hewasasleepintherobeandhehadbeenasleep,hethought,foralongtime.Therobewasspreadontheforestfloorintheleeoftherocksbeyondthecavemouthandasheslept,heturned,andturningrolledonhispistolwhichwasfastenedbyalanyardtoonewristandhadbeenbyhissideunderthecoverwhenhewenttosleep,shoulderandbackweary,leg-tired,hismusclespulledwithtirednesssothatthegroundwassoft,andsimplystretchingintherobeagainsttheflannelliningwasvoluptuouswithfatigue.Waking,hewonderedwherehewas,knew,andthenshiftedthepistolfromunderhissideandsettledhappilytostretchbackintosleep,hishandonthepillowofhisclothingthatwasbundledneatlyaroundhisrope-soledshoes.Hehadonearmaroundthepillow.

           Thenhefeltherhandonhisshoulderandturnedquickly,hisrighthandholdingthepistolundertherobe.

           "Oh,itisthee,"hesaidanddroppingthepistolhereachedbotharmsupandpulledherdown.Withhisarmsaroundherhecouldfeelhershivering.

           "Getin,"hesaidsoftly."Itiscoldoutthere."

           "No.Imustnot."

           "Getin,"hesaid."Andwecantalkaboutitlater."

           Shewastremblingandheheldherwristnowwithonehandandheldherlightlywiththeotherarm.Shehadturnedherheadaway.

           "Getin,littlerabbit,"hesaidandkissedheronthebackoftheneck.

           "Iamafraid."

           "No.Donotbeafraid.Getin."

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 101 из 667