| and timid, she never awakened to the perilous trend of their intercourse. Subtly and unaware she grew toward him and closer to him, while he, sensing the growing closeness, longed to dare but was afraid. | and timud, shy nevur uwaekund too dhu perulus trend uv dher inturkaurs. Sutuly and unuwer shy groo tuwaurd him and kloesur too him, whiel hy, sensing dhu gro.ing kloesnus, longd too der but wuz ufraed. |
| Once he dared, one afternoon, when he found her in the darkened living room with a blinding headache. | Wuns hy derd, wun afturnoon, when hy found hur in dhu dorkund living room with u bliending hedaek. |
| "Nothing can do it any good," she had answered his inquiries. "And besides, I don't take headache powders. Doctor Hall won't permit me." | "Nuthing kan doo it eny gwd," shy had ansurd hiz inkwuryz. "And bisiedz, Ie doent taek hedaek poudurz. Doktur Haul woent purmit my." |
| "I can cure it, I think, and without drugs," was Martin's answer. "I am not sure, of course, but I'd like to try. It's simply massage. I learned the trick first from the Japanese. They are a race of masseurs, you know. Then I learned it all over again with variations from the Hawaiians. They call it lomi-lomi. It can accomplish most of the things drugs accomplish and a few things that drugs can't." | Ie kan kywr it, Ie thingk, and without drugz," wuz Mortun'z ansur. "Ie am not shwr, uv kaurs, but Ie'd liet too trie. It's simpuly musoj. Ie lurnd dhu trik furst frum dhu Japunyz. Dhae or u raes uv masurz, ue noe. Dhen I lurnd it aul oevur ugen with veryaeshunz frum dhu Huwoyunz. Dhae kaul it loemy-loemy. It kan ukomplish moest uv dhu thingz drugz ukomplish and u fue thingz dhat drugz kan't." |
| Scarcely had his hands touched her head when she sighed deeply. | Skersly had hiz handz tuchd hur hed when shy sied dyply. |
| "That is so good," she said. | "Dhat iz soe gwd," shy sed. |
| She spoke once again, half an hour later, when she asked, "Aren't you tired?" | Shy spoek wuns ugen, haf an our laetur, when shy askd, "Orun't ue tierd?" |
| The question was perfunctory, and she knew what the answer would be. Then she lost herself in drowsy contemplation of the soothing balm of his strength: Life poured from the ends of his fingers, driving the pain before it, or so it seemed to her, until with the easement of pain, she fell asleep and he stole away. | Dhu kweschun wuz purfungktury, and shy noo whot dhy ansur wwd by. Dhen shy lost hurself in drouzy kontumplaeshun uv soodhing baulm uv hiz strength: Lief paurd frum dhy endz uv hiz finggurz, drieving dhu paen bifaur it, aur soe it symd too hur, until with dhy yzmunt uv paen, shy fel uslyp and hy stoel uwae. |
| She called him up by telephone that evening to thank him. | Shy kauld him up bie telufoen dhat yvning too thangk him. |
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