And he knew he was as much to blame himself.

This, however, did not prevent his hating her.
One evening about this time he had walked along the home road with her.
They stood by the pasture leading down to the wood, unable to part.

As the stars came out the clouds closed.

They had glimpses of their own constellation, Orion, towards the west.

His jewels glimmered for a moment, his dog ran low, struggling with difficulty through the spume of cloud.
Orion was for them chief in significance among the constellations.