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Show 79 could continue to suffer. But he had saved her; now she did not dread each day, but looked forward. Each hour she yearned toward that moment when she raised her eyes to find his across tdpe bar, heard him set the time, and - - ho* sweetly agonizing the wait! - -crept across the parking-lot to the jeep. This, something deeply instinctive told her, was what life should be - - not the horror of the last war-ravaged decade,and whatever the inner conflicts she wouldn't give him up. So she was trapped, and did what the trapped often do: played for time. he could no longer solve the problem herself, could merely feel her way through, from one moment to the next, hoping that somewhere in that succession, a pattern larger than her own would reveal itself to her anxious eyes. And the night arrived when nature, moving through their exacerbated emotions,swept fastidiousness aside^ It was winter now, and they rode along huddled |