[ in her heart of hearts, she feels some grief for the sight of that welt on his face, and the glasses askew, and his frantic explanation that only makes her cheeks burn hotter with shame. my love, those words she has longed to hear in his voice for so long, and now that it's come, she's nearly in tears. ]

I do not care what Mrs Minicle say! Do you know how long I have been longing to see you? I wished to run across platform and throw myself into your arms, but instead I am bludgeoning you in street and people are staring!

[ they are. not many, but a few. ]