Her hair had been disarranged. There was an alive, tense, frightened look in her eyes. She was breathing fast. She was, he decided, one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. He also knew that she had come to his cabin in extreme fear. He closed the door and said, “Are you all right?” She nodded. “Yes.” She walked across the room, arranging her hair with one impulsive motion. She turned around, beside a chair near the bed. A smile flickered. She was, he knew, getting control of herself rapidly. “What happened?” She shook her head faintly, her smile flickering again. “May I sit down?” “Of course.” He came over to her. “Cigarette?” “Please.” He gave it to her. He held a match for her. She put her hand against his while he did. He could feel the trembling in her hand. He wanted suddenly to put his arms around her.
