WILLIAM FAULKNER, Mistral - literature save 2

"I gave them to you.""You're a goddamn liar. You didn't." He found them in his pocket. But I didn'twait, "Don't you want one? Better light it here, while we are..." I didn't wait. The roadrose, became flush with the field. After a while I heard him just behind me, and weentered the wind. I could see past my shoulder his cigarette shredding away in fierystreamers upon the unimpeded rush of the mistral, that black chill wind full of dust likesparks of ice.