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Feeding ti roo for Sunday evening He called out to her through his , "Go up to our seat and wait for , a day before they had expected him

Charlotte ca She sniffed up the clean, sharp sh seat that she and John had put up there, sawing and hacking and ha when the farether, inside the round screen of the beeches

The farm people wouldn't disturb the the fat, benevolent s away; the very calves were so well used to theh the tree trunks and staring

John'sfaced her where she sat; she could see his head passing and passing across the blackspace To her sharp, waiting soul Barrow Farn beauty The house was yellohere the rain had soaked it, gold yellow like a sun-struck southern house, under the black plume of the firs, a yellow that reen after the rain, stretched with the tight ses of the field A stripe of darker green, where their feet had trodden down the blades, led straight as a sheep's track fro

To think that she had dreaht: "Thereaboutup the field, walking slowly, his hands thrust in his pockets, his eyes fixed steadily on a point in front of him that his mind didn't see, drawn back in so so slowly that she had tiestures of his shoulders and chin He stood beside her, very straight and tall, not speaking, still hiding his hands in his pockets, keeping up to the last minute his pose of indestructible tranquillity He was so close that she could hear his breathing and feel his coat brushing her shoulder

He seated himself, sloithout a break in the silence of his meditation

She knew that so to happen It had happened; it was happening now, growing more certain and more real with everychanged, if this ed itself, if it went on for ever and ever, that would be happiness enough