Marriage

MARRIAGE

start to finish, but ever and again Trafford made wild spurts that brought him almost level. Once, as he came alongside, she heard him laughing joyously.

“Marjorie,” he shouted, “d’you remember? Old donkey cart?”

Her team yawed away, and as he swept near again, behind his pack of whimpering, straining, furious dogs, she heard him shouting, “You know, that old cart! Under the overhanging trees! So thick and green they met overhead! You know! When you and I had our first talk together! In the lane. It wasn’t so fast as this, eh?”...

VII

At Port Dupré they stayed ten days – days that Marjorie could only make tolerable by knitting absurd garments for the children (her knitting was atrocious), and then one afternoon they heard the gun of the Grenfell, the new winter steamer from St. John’s, signalling as it came in through the fog, very slowly, from that great wasteful world of men and women beyond the seaward grey.

THE END