So often he seemed merely to be running on alone; often they realised it had been a failure, not what they had wanted.

He left her, knowing THAT evening had only made a little split between them.

Their loving grew more mechanical, without the marvellous glamour.

Gradually they began to introduce novelties, to get back some of the feeling of satisfaction.
They would be very near, almost dangerously near to the river, so that the black water ran not far from his face, and it gave a little thrill; or they loved sometimes in a little hollow below the fence of the path where people were passing occasionally, on the edge of the town, and they heard footsteps coming, almost felt the vibration of the tread, and they heard what the passersby said--strange little things that were never intended to be heard.

And afterwards each of them was rather ashamed, and these things caused a distance between the two of them.