The Girl lay with her cheek against the rough khaki, palpitant with the excitement of being moved.
"Isn't it great ?" she panted.
He caught the hand that had touched his cheek in a tender grip, and laughed a deep rumble of exultation that came from the depths of his heart.
"There's no name for it, honey," he said.

"But don't try to talk until you have a long rest.

Changing positions after you have lain so long may be making unusual work for your heart.

Am I hurting your back ?" "No," said the Girl.

"This is the first time I have been comfortable in ages.