Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

           “Oh,don’t—DON’T”brokefromhim,andhebentoverandcaughtthearm.Thefaceaboveitwasclosetohis.

           “Don’twhat?”

           ——“takethetrouble,”hestammered.

           Hedroppedthearmandstoopeddown.Hisgraspclosedovertheletter,hefingereditsthicknessandweightandcalculatedthenumberofsheetsitmustcontain.

           Suddenlyhefeltthepressureofthehandonhisshoulder,andbecameawarethatthefacewasstillleaningoverhim,andthatinamomenthewouldhavetolookupandkissit...

           Hebentforwardfirstandthrewtheunopenedletterintothemiddleofthefire.