kizzy was sickened by the pounding of her heart as unbidden images forced their way to the front of her mind : andreas in his dark , sartorial suit , smiling into the face of his beautiful , ivory-swathed bride ; then the image of him naked and determined , rolling over to caress his wife 's slender limbs beneath crisp , white sheets ; the sable , downy head of their baby in the crook of his protective arm ... kizzy shook her head to banish the madness that seemed to be consuming her and said the first thing that came into her head , just to change the subject .