His tongue was more ready, his wit more keen than usual. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. Leaning upon a gate he looked down into the valley. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. That’s one thing clear. ‘That’s my pet name. ’—he’s frightfully anti-Mendelian—having it all their own way.
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