"You once like me, didn't you?" he asked.
"Liked you - I loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking-"
"There has always been something between you and me."
She bit eagerly. "Has there, Dick?"
"Always - I knew you troubled and how brave you were about them." But the old interior laughter had begun inside him and he knew he couldn't keep it up much longer.
"I always though you knew a lot," Mary said enthusiastically. "More about me than any one has ever known. Perhaps that's why I was afraid of you when we didn't get along so well."
His glance fell soft and kind upon hers, suggesting and emotion underneath; their glances married suddenly, bedded, strained together. Then, as the laughter inside of him became so loud that it seemed as if Mary must hear it, Dick switched off the light and they were back in the Riviera sun.
Part III, Chapter XII, Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fizgerald published 1934.
This little moment of awkward intimacy in a glance is so life like and beautifully put. Do you think so? It's on the second last page of the book - a last second of almost romance to thrive on. But however tender the night was, morning has arrived and a fresh new day awaits. That was so cheesy that I had to add it.
Now I'm just waiting for The Picture of Dorian Gray. I'm even more excited than I was before after everyone's been saying how much I'm going to enjoy it and what a great book it is. Does that mean you'll have some of your own favourite bits to share from it?
By the way, our Extraordinarily Ordinary challenge ends tomorrow afternoon. We'll start a new challenge almost immediately if you like, and we'll try and get into the habit of having something interesting to read or write about as often as possible. It's good fun for me too. Oh, and just as I'm finishing, the interviews for the shortlisted school captain candidates are being held tomorrow!