“The desolation of the weather matched her own mood perfectly.I must have been insane, she thought wretchedly. Completely and utterly mad. And now I’ve ruined everything.She had fled to the sanctuary of her own room, locking herself in just in case Malory felt inclined to justify his threat by following her there, and inhimself on her again. But she’d been left strictly undisturbed, and had curled up into a miserable ball on her bed, crying until she had no more tears left. And when the storm of... weeping had ended and she was calm again, she’d found she was able to think more clearly about what had happened.There was no doubt that the whole episode had been an unmitigated disaster from every point of view, but she was no longer so inclined to heap all the blame for that on Malory.She had never joined in the girl-talk confidences about sex at the flat, partly because she had felt that her love for Nigel was too precious and sacrosanct, but mainly because she’d had nothing to contribute but the depth of her own ignorance.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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