"Madeline L' Engle - A Live Coal in the Sea" - читать интересную книгу автора (L'Engle Madeleine)

'I'm okay.'
'It's still sub-zero out there, and I have a feeling that if I let you go now
I'll never see you again.' He helped her into her coat, pushed into his
jacket.
When they got outside, she shivered, looked around. 'Where are we?V
'Just outside the Church House.'
She hadn't taken it in. Now, she saw that the grey stone building was next to
a
church, which was across the street from the campus. She had hardly noticed
it.
Her dorm, her class rooms, were mostly at the other end of the campus. 'Oh.'
Her
voice was still brittle as ice; it could crack at any moment. Then she said,
'Thanks for rescuing me.'
'You're a very nice person to rescue,' he said. 'I'm sorry you needed
rescuing,
but I'm glad I was there.' They walked the rest of the way across the campus
in
silence. The night was brutal. Occasionally a branch would snap in the cold
with
a loud crack. Ice crunched under their feet. The old buildings seemed to
reflect
cold. The sky was white.
At the entrance to her dorm building he said, 'I don't
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mean to pry, but what are you going to do about your mother and your
professor?
Not that it's any of my business.'
She stopped. 'I don't know what I'm going to do. This is the first time
she-she's crossed my orbit.'
He pulled her into the vestibule, which was steamy hot, smelling of snow and
wet
wool. 'Will she come back to the dorm?V
'Not tonight.' Her face hardened. 'I'll send her back to Chicago.'
'Will she go?V 'Yes.'
'Camilla, this is a lousy situation. What about your professor?'
'I have a three o'clock class with him tomorrow afternoon.' 'And?'
'And nothing. Nothing. I'm certainly not going to refer to
'Will that make it go away?'
'No. But it may make him give me an A.!
'Cynicism doesn't become you.' His voice was gentle. She shrugged. Laughed.
'I'd
get an A anyhow.!
'Will you have a cup of coffee or something with me tomorrow?'
A group of girls shoved into the vestibule, laughing, brushing past them.
'I'd
like that.' She glanced at the girls, grateful that none of them was one of
her
particular friends. No one who would say, 'Oh, wow, who's your boyfriend,
Camilla?'