It had been a strange day with a miserable ending.

I was furiously angry with her, but I was more angry with myself.

For what she had told me WAS the truth, and I knew it.
I strode on, head down, through the village.

People spoke to me, asking what luck I had had and where I had been, but I scarcely noticed them.
As I reached the Corners and was passing the bank someone called my name.

I glanced up and saw George Taylor descending the steps.
"Hold on, Ros," he hailed.