“You had better go, Fiona darling,” he said. “There is not much more to be said between us. I will try to avoid seeing you. There is nothing else I can do, is there?”
“Oh, Jim!” Fiona cried.
The misery of it hurt her more than she could have believed possible. She swayed against him so that he put out his arms to support her and then she was lying in his arms.
“Fiona, my darling,” he murmured, his mouth against her hair.
She lifted her arms and put them round his neck.
“I shall never, never forget you, Jim. I shall love you always, I think.”
He kissed her mouth and they were suddenly strained together. His kisses grew more and more violent, till she seemed to be drifting into a dream of wonderful feeling. She seemed to have no will of her own.
She could not stay there in an absolute
