“We've got to screw ourselves up to surrender,” she said.
“Something.”
“A lot.”
“Master,” she said, “it isn't all sex and stuff between us?”
“No!”
“I can't give up the work. Our work's my life.”
We came upon another long pause.
“No one will believe we've ceased to be lovers--if we simply do,” she
said.
“We shouldn't.”
“We've got to do something more parting than that.”