`Do you want to come back to me?'
She made a moaning noise, lifted her arms, and put them round his neck, drawing him to her. He hid his face on her shoulder, holding her clasped.
`Take me back!' she whispered, ecstatic. `Take me back, take me back!' And she put her fingers through his fine, thin dark hair, as if she were only semi-conscious. He tightened his grasp on her.
`Do you want me again?' he murmured, broken.