Now she drew him into the back parlor and "So I’m going off to Washington—and you don’t care a bit!" she said, her eyes blurred and languorous and undefended.
She lay on the coverlet of her berth, in the tropic languidness, a slight figure in a frivolous nightgown.
He could not comprehend that he was really going to a place of palm trees and brown faces and languid Christmas Eves.
They devoured paw-paws and breadfruit and avocados, bought from coffee-colored natives who came alongside in nervous small boats; they felt the languor of the isles, and panted before they approached Barbados.
He tried to assure her, to assure himself, that he did care with peculiar violence, but languor was over him; between him and her fragrance were the hospital cots, a great weariness, and the still face of Leora.