shaking , i felt my way around the table to settle in the second wire chair . as you know from my previous letters home , i have met a young woman here with whom i have become attached in a warm friendship . he brought his hand up , pressing his fingers against his forehead . this was what it meant , what angel had spoken to her about . her tone left no room for argument , and nobody wanted to continue along that particular line of questioning . shes probably got him under some spell . 