"I wonder that we think at all or have anything to think about, except the kitchen and the garden, and baking and scouring and spinning"-- she paused slightly, her voice lowered a little--"and the sea, and the work that men do round us....

Do you ever go into a market ?" she added suddenly.
Somehow she could talk easily and naturally to him.

There had been no leading up to confidence.

She felt a sudden impulse to tell him all her thoughts.

To know things, to understand, was a passion with her.