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.Ruth returned his smile, and unbuttoned her dress, allowing it to fall to the floor, revealing a long silk petticoat that fell just below the knees.She pulled it slowly over her head, and once it had joined the dress on the floor, George took her in his arms and kissed her.While she tried to pull off his trousers, he fumbled with the strap of her bra.Once they were both naked, they just stood and stared at each other for a moment before they fell onto the bed.George stroked her long auburn hair while Ruth kissed him gently as they began to explore each other’s bodies.They quickly became aware that there wasn’t anything to be nervous about.After they had made love, Ruth fell back on the pillow and said, “Now tell me, Mr.Mallory, who you’d rather spend the night with, Chomolungma or me?”George laughed so loudly that Ruth had to place a hand over his mouth for fear they might be heard in the next room.He held her in his arms until she finally fell into a deep sleep.George was the first to wake the next morning, and began to kiss Ruth’s breasts until her eyes blinked open.She smiled up at him as he took her in his arms, his hands moving freely over her body.George could only wonder what had happened to the shy girl who couldn’t take a single spoonful of soup the previous evening.After they had made love a second time, they padded furtively down the corridor to the bathroom, where Ruth joined George in the largest bath they’d ever seen.Afterward he sat on the end of the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist, and watched his beautiful wife as she dressed.Ruth blushed.“You’d better hurry up, George, or we’ll miss breakfast as well.”“Suits me,” said George.Ruth smiled, and slowly unbuttoned her dress.For the next ten days George and Ruth roamed around the Quantocks, often returning to their hotel long after the sun had set.Each day, Ruth continued to quiz George about her rival, trying to understand why Chomolungma had such a hold over him.He was still planning to leave for Tibet early in the new year, which would mean they’d be apart for at least six months.“How many days and nights do you think it will take you to reach the summit?” she asked as they stood on the top of Lydeard Hill.“We have no way of knowing,” George admitted.“But Finch is convinced that we’ll have to sleep in smaller and smaller tents as our altitude increases.We might even have to spend the last night at 27,000 feet before we attempt the final assault.”“But how can you begin to prepare for such an ordeal?” asked Ruth as she looked down from 2,700 feet.“I have no idea,” said George as they began to stroll back down the hill, hand in hand.“No one knows how the human body will react to altitudes above 22,000 feet, let alone 29,000, where the temperature can be minus forty, and if the wind’s in your face, you have to take ten steps just to advance a few feet.Finch and I once spent three days in a small tent at 15,000 feet, and at one point it became so cold that we ended up in the same sleeping bag, having to cling to each other all night.”“I’d like to cling to you all night,” Ruth said with a grin, “so that when you leave me, I’ll have a better understanding of what you’re going through.”“I don’t think you’re quite ready for 29,000 feet, my darling.Even a couple of nights in a small tent on a beach could prove quite a baptism.”“Are you sure you’re up to it, Mr.Mallory?”“The last time you asked me that, Mrs.Mallory, I nearly ended up in jail.”In the nearest town they found a shop that sold camping supplies, and George bought a small canvas tent and a single sleeping bag.After a hearty dinner back at their hotel, they slipped out into the night and drove to the nearest beach.George selected an isolated spot facing the ocean, which offered them little protection from the fierce wind.They began to hammer enough pegs into the sand to be sure that their first home wouldn’t be blown away.Once they’d secured the tent, anchoring the pegs with stones, Ruth crawled inside while George remained on the beach.Once he’d taken his clothes off, he joined Ruth in the tent and climbed into the sleeping bag, wrapping his arms around his shivering wife.After they’d made love, Ruth didn’t let go of her husband.“You’d leave home to sleep like this, night after night?” she asked in disbelief.“At minus forty degrees, with air so thin that you may hardly be able to breathe.”“While hugging another man, Mr.Mallory.You’ve still got a few months to change your mind,” she added wistfully.Neither of them could remember when they fell asleep, but they would never forget when they woke.George blinked as a flashlight beamed in his eyes.He sat up to find Ruth, her skin now covered in midge bites, still clinging to him.“If you’d be kind enough to step outside, sir,” said an authoritative voice.George had to decide whether to be gallant, or leave his wife freezing in the nude.He decided on Sir Galahad, and slowly, so as not to wake Ruth, crawled out of the tent to find two officers from the local constabulary shining their torches directly at his naked body.“May I ask exactly what you’re up to, sir?” asked the first officer.George thought about telling them that his wife wanted to know what it would be like to spend a night on Mount Everest, but he settled for, “We’re on our honeymoon, Sergeant, and just wanted to spend a night on the beach.”“I think you’d better both come down to the station, sir,” said a voice from behind the other torch.“But perhaps you and your wife ought to get dressed first.”George crawled back into the tent to find Ruth laughing.“What’s so funny?” he demanded as he slipped his trousers on.“I did warn you that you’d get arrested.”A chief inspector, who had been woken in the middle of the night and asked to come down to the station to interview the two suspects, soon found himself apologizing.“What made you think we were spies?” George asked him.“You pitched your tent less than a hundred yards from a top-secret naval depot,” said the chief inspector.“I’m sure I don’t have to remind you, sir, that the Prime Minister has asked everyone to be vigilant while we prepare for war.”CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVEOCTOBER 1914THE RECEIVED WISDOM had been that the war would all be over by Christmas.George and Ruth had returned to Godalming after their honeymoon to settle in the house Mr.Turner had given his daughter as a wedding present.The Holt was more than either of them could have asked for, and certainly more than George had expected.Set in ten acres of land, it was a magnificent house with a garden in which Ruth knew she would be spending many happy hours pottering about.No one could have been in any doubt how much George loved his wife, and Ruth had the glow of a woman who knows she’s cherished.They wanted for nothing, and anyone who saw them together must have considered them a charmed couple, living an idyllic existence.But it was a façade, because George had a conscience.During the next few months George could only stand by as many of his friends and contemporaries from Cambridge, and even some of the young men he’d taught at Charterhouse, left for the Western Front, never to return, while the only sacrifice he’d made was to put off his proposed trip to Tibet until after the hostilities had ceased
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