iris_arctic (iris_arctic) wrote,

  • Mood:
  • Music:

Tender is the Night, by F. Scott Fitzgerald (chapter15)

 They went in and he closed the door, and Rosemary stood close to him, not touching him. The night had drawn the color from her face—she was pale as pale now, she was a white carnation left after a dance.

“When you smile—” He had recovered his paternal attitude, perhaps because of Nicole’s silent proximity, “I always think I’ll see a gap where you’ve lost some baby teeth.”

But he was too late—she came close up against him with a forlorn whisper.

“Take me.”

“Take you where?”

Astonishment froze him rigid.

“Go on,” she whispered. “Oh, please go on, whatever they do. I don’t care if I don’t like it—I never expected to—I’ve always hated to think about it but now I don’t. I want you to.”

She was astonished at herself—she had never imagined she could talk like that. She was calling on things she had read, seen, dreamed through a decade of convent hours. Suddenly she knew too that it was one of her greatest rôles and she flung herself into it more passionately.

Tags: книга, книги

  • Тропы

    Про некоторые тропы не слышала совсем - например, в Веселовке. А вот на Французскую горку уже давно хочу. С экскурсией. Правда, там стенды есть,…

  • Сплав: Перевоз - Шемаха

    В этом году дети поехали на сплав без родителей. Но с бабушкой-дедушкой. Мы завидовали, скучали, наводили дома порядок, смотрели в потолок.…

  • Инзерские зубчатки

    (bashinform) Привет с Инзера! Наверное, год мечтаю там побывать (но по плану Нурали был номером один), еще минимум год не получится. И я грущу,…

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.