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(to jerk, to begin),
He sank down on the grass, sitting there cross-legged, with his back to the house, motionless as
some carved Buddha… He put his hands to the grass, one on each side, palms downwards, and
pressed; it was just warm still-the grass, barely moist, soft and firm and friendly. Perhaps Megan
was at her window, looking out at the blossom, thinking of him! The piano tinkled on, the stars
winked; and Ashurst gazed out before him at the dark sea, as if spellbound. He got up at last
cramped and rather chilly. There was no longer light in any window. And he went in to bed.
At the station he wrote a second telegram to the farm, and then - tore it up; he could not
have explained why. From Brixham they drove in a very little wagonette. There, squeezed between
Sabina and Freda, with his knees touching Stella's, they played up, Jenkins"; and the gloom
he was feeling gave way to frolic. In this one day more to think it over, he did not want to think!
They ran races, wrestled, paddled for to-day nobody wanted to bathethey sang catches,
played games, and ate all they had brought. The little girls fell asleep against him on the way
back, and his knees still touched Stella's in the narrow wagonette. It seemed incredible that thirty
hours ago he had never set eyes on any of those three flaxen heads. In the train he talked to Stella
of poetry, discovering her favourites, and telling her his own with a pleasing sense of superiourity.
to write, to tear,
(could not have explained).
(to drive, to play),
(gave, did not want).
(ran, wrestled, paddled...)
to seem (seemed)
(to talk).
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