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Freedom from this horrible place, from this horrible man, her
father, more horrible than any others knew. Her mother had known. She
shivered, seeing that body, heavy-breasted, dull white, as, stripped to
the waist, he bent over the bed to strike. Her mother's cry, a little
moan.... She shivered again, staring into the sunset for Falk....
He was with her. They leant over the bridge together, his arm around her.
They said very little.
She looked back.
"See that strange cloud? Green. Ever seen a green cloud before? Ah, it's
peaceful here."
She turned and looked into his face. As the dusk came down she stroked his
hair. He put his arm round her and held her close to him.

III
The lamps in the High Street suddenly flaring beat out the sky. There
above the street itself the fiery sunset had not extended; the fair watery
space was pale egg-blue; as the chimes so near at hand struck a quarter to
five the pale colour began slowly to drain away, leaving ashen china
shades behind it, and up to these shades the orange street-lights
extended, patronising, flaunting.


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