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.