Excerpt from For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway.

Then you and me we are the same," Maria said. She put her hand on his arm and looked in his face. He looked at her brown face and at the eyes that, since he had seen them, had never been as young as the rest of her face but that now were suddenly hungry and young and wanting. "You could be brother and sister by the look," the woman said. "But I believe it is fortunate that you are not." "Now I know why I have felt as I have, " Maria said, "Now it is clear." "Que va," Robert Jordan said reaching over, he ran his hand over the top of her head...and {she} smiled up at him."