like that of a woman longing for God
— Susanna.
— Yes.
— I need you.
She more or less heard him. Her head was thrown back like that of a woman longing for God.
— I shouldn’t have drunk so much, she murmured.
He began to unbutton her blouse.
— No, she said, trying to rebutton it.
He was unfastening her brassiere. H…