She still lay, for a moment, utterly motionless. Then, slowly, as if
believing he had spoken her name in his sleep, she raised her head and
looked into his wide-open eyes. There was no word between them in that
breath or two. His bandaged hand and his well hand went to her face and
hair, and then a sobbing cry came from Marie-Anne, and swiftly she
crushed her face down to his, holding him close with both her arms for
a moment. And after that, as on that other day when she kissed him
after the fight, she was up and gone so quickly that her name had
scarcely left his lips when the door closed behind her, and he heard
her running down the hall.