“ … and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”
„I looked down at her, lying on the tombstone, and her voice wasn’t hard any more (…) but it was tired, and sad, and oddly lonely, and it did something queer to my stomach, right in the pit of it, so that I wanted to do the darndest silliest thing and take her home with me (…). Then I’d know she’d be safe, she’d would be all right, nobody could do anything to hurt her. That was the thing I was afraid of suddenly, that someone would come along to hurt her.
I bent down and put my arms round her and lifted her up close.“
(Daphne du Maurier, Kiss me again Stranger)