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’I thought perhaps we might.’
’Oh yes! I believe it’s lovely!’ But he was put out by the
postman’s coming.
’Them damn bikes, they’re on you afore you know where
you are. I hope he twigged nothing.’
’After all, what could he twig!’
’You must get up now, and get ready. I’m just goin’ ter
look round outside.’
She saw him go reconnoitring into the lane, with dog
and gun. She went downstairs and washed, and was ready
by the time he came back, with the few things in the little
silk bag.
He locked up, and they set off, but through the wood, not
down the lane. He was being wary.
’Don’t you think one lives for times like last night?’ she
said to him.
’Ay! But there’s the rest o’times to think on,’ he replied,
rather short.
They plodded on down the overgrown path, he in front,
in silence.
’And we WILL live together and make a life together,
won’t we?’ she pleaded.
’Ay!’ he replied, striding on without looking round.
‘When t’ time comes! Just now you’re off to Venice or some-
where.’
She followed him dumbly, with sinking heart. Oh, now
she was WAEto go!
At last he stopped.
’I’ll just strike across here,’ he said, pointing to the right.

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