Chapter 110

“Dear—you’re very cold, and I have let the fires out. I’m quite an expert at fires. Where shall I find things?” “I’ll show you.” She pulled back the curtains from the window looking on the orchard, and they saw the trees like ghost trees between a dim grey sky and the frosted grass. The day was coming up, a beginning of things and an ending of things, and they stood to watch the orchard coming to life, and the trees ceasing to be ghosts. And in the chill of the winter dawn they drew together with a calm and quiet c…