She had slept with her arms folded tightly across her chest, fearing that the least movement would rouse her companion. But he had not seemed at all bothered by her presence. His even snoring was a demonstration of that. It had roused her several times during the night. Of course, he was quiet enough now that it was almost light and time to be getting up again. She grumbled to herself at the unfairness of it, tossing to lie on her other side. He was silent because he was awake. Only inches from her nose he lay facing her, watching. And why she had thought him a parson on the previous day she had no idea. So close like this, his eyes were reminiscent of some great cat. His body reminded her of that as well, for there was a stillness in it now that did not seem so much immobility, as the gathering of energy that came, right before the pounce. And that attention was focused on her. Like a rabbit, she responded to it by freezing.
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