“The rain is coming in on us,” said Miriam.
He rose, and assisted her.
“It is a pity,” he said.
“What?”
“To have to go. I feel so still.”
“Still!” she repeated.
“Stiller than I have ever been in my life.”
He was walking with his hand in hers. She pressed his fingers, feeling a slight fear. Now he seemed beyond her; she had a fear lest she should lose him.