You told me you had no friends.
Neither have I. Nobody ever cared for me as far as I can remember.
Perhaps you could. Yes, I live on the sea. But who would you be parting
from? No one. You have no one belonging to you."
At this point she broke away from him and ran. He did not pursue her.
The tall hedges tossing in the wind, the wide fields, the clouds driving
over the sky and the sky itself wheeled about her in masses of green and
white and blue as if the world were breaking up silently in a whirl, and
her foot at the next step were bound to find the void. She reached the
gate all right, got out, and, once on the road, discovered that she had
not the courage to look back. The rest of that day she spent with the
Fyne girls who gave her to understand that she was a slow and
unprofitable person. Long after tea, nearly at dusk, Captain Anthony
(the son of the poet) appeared suddenly before her in the little garden
in front of the cottage. They were alone for the moment. The wind had
dropped. In the calm evening air the voices of Mrs. Fyne and the girls
strolling aimlessly on the road could be heard.
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