It was an exquisite vigor of sweetness, not in the least the kind that cloys.
"They were much alike, save that the boy's face was angry and rebellious.

He was the younger of the two, seventeen or so, and would have been in rags but for an unbelievable amount of mending.
"When I awoke, he had, I think, been urging his sister to go with him and she had refused.

Before I could even so much as make them aware of my nearness, things came to a climax.

The boy with a curse pushed her away.

The hurt in his heart perhaps had made him rough.