Herself fastidious and timid, she never awakened to the perilous trend of their intercourse.

Subtly and unaware she grew toward him and closer to him, while he, sensing the growing closeness, longed to dare but was afraid.
Once he dared, one afternoon, when he found her in the darkened living room with a blinding headache.
"Nothing can do it any good," she had answered his inquiries.

"And besides, I don't take headache powders.

Doctor Hall won't permit me." "I can cure it, I think, and without drugs," was Martin's answer.

"I am not sure, of course, but I'd like to try.