“There are fields an’ trees an’ the river an’ behind that the hill with the waterworks’ tower an’ to the right there is the town with the Abbey, no more than that.”
“That is all gone for me, anyway. June, my hand is so comfortable in yours.”
“Is it?”
“Yes. Your hand is warm and so strong. But it is only just big enough to hold mine.”
“That is better. I have it captive now. It is like holding a bird.”
“Oh you!”
“Oh me?”
“You are a funny boy.”
“Do call me John.”