"Last night."
"I see. I made you."
"No. I made myself. After all, it's the easiest way."
"For you, or me?"
"For both of us. Honestly, it's the only straight thing. I ought to have done it long ago."
"It means never seeing each other again. You'll never come back."
"Never while we're young. When we're both old, too old to feel any more, then I'll come back some day, and we'll be friends."
And still his will beat against hers in vain, till at last he stopped; sick and exhausted.
They went together down the ploughed land into the pastures, and through the pastures to the mill water. In the opposite field they could see the brown roof and walls of the shelter.
"What are you going to plant in the Seven Acres field?"