‘Alice, you must love this country!’
‘I love nothing.’
‘How so? Not me?’
‘Yes ... you!’ she answered indifferently.
It seemed to me that her arm clasped my waist more tightly than before.
‘Forward! forward!’ said Alice, with a sort of cold fervour.
‘Forward!’ I repeated.
XXI
A loud, thrilling cry rang out suddenly over our heads, and was at once repeated a little in front.
‘Those are belated cranes flying to you, to the north,’ said Alice; ‘would you like to join them?’