XI.
One day, when Sweetheart had been weeping—for we were thinking of the end to the magic second—I spoke of our heritage which swept far as the eye could reach across the moors of Faöuet.
She said: "The past is ours, Jack; the present is ours; the future——"
We tried to smile, but our hearts were like lead. Yet we know that the future will also be ours. I know it as I write.