I don't want you!" She turned and walked swiftly into the house.

He watched her go, then with quick stumbling steps hurried into the field below the farm.
There he stood, thinking of nothing, knowing nothing, seeing nothing.
The dusk came up, there had been rain during the day, the mist was in grey sheets, the wet dank smell of the earth and of the vegetables amongst which he stood grew stronger as the light faded.

He thought of nothing, nothing at all.

He felt in his pocket for his pipe, something dropped--and he knelt down there on the soaking ground, searching.

He searched furiously, raging to himself again and again: "Oh! I must find it! I must find it! I must find it!" His hands tore the wet vegetables, were thick with the soil.