They had said good-bye to Miriam, and his heart had smitten him as he left the girl alone.

"But it serves her right," he said inside himself, and it almost gave him pleasure to go off under her eyes with this other handsome woman.
There was a scent of damp leaves in the darkness.

Clara's hand lay warm and inert in his own as they walked.

He was full of conflict.

The battle that raged inside him made him feel desperate.
Up Pentrich Hill Clara leaned against him as he went.