Sons and Lovers - Daimon Club

that looked very soft, turned up to him.
"How high you are!" she said.
Beside her, on the rhubarb leaves, were four dead birds,
thieves that had been shot. Paul saw some cherry stones hanging
quite bleached, like skeletons, picked clear of flesh. He looked
down again to Miriam.
"Clouds are on fire," he said.
"Beautiful!" she cried.
She seemed so small, so soft, so tender, down there. He threw
a handful of cherries at her. She was startled and frightened.
He laughed with a low, chuckling sound, and pelted her. She ran
for shelter, picking up some cherries. Two fine red pairs she hung
over her ears; then she looked up again.
"Haven't you got enough?" she asked.
"Nearly. It is like being on a ship up here."
"And how long will you stay?"
"While the sunset lasts."
She went to the fence and sat there, watching the gold clouds fall
to pieces, and go in immense, rose-coloured ruin towards the darkness.
Gold flamed to scarlet, like pain in its intense brightness.
Then the scarlet sank to rose, and rose to crimson, and quickly
the passion went out of the sky. All the world was dark grey.
Paul scrambled quickly down with his basket, tearing his shirt-sleeve
as he did so.
"They are lovely," said Miriam, fingering the cherries.
"I've torn my sleeve," he answered.
She took the three-cornered rip, saying:
"I shall have to mend it." It was near the shoulder.
She put her fingers through the tear. "How warm!" she said.
He laughed. There was a new, strange note in his voice,
one that made her pant.
"Shall we stay out?" he said.
"Won't it rain?" she asked.
"No, let us walk a little way."
They went down the fields and into the thick plantation
of trees and pines.
"Shall we go in among the trees?" he asked.
"Do you want to?"
"Yes."
It was very dark among the firs, and the sharp spines pricked