Love Among The Haystacks by D H Lawrence Chapter 2 Page 10

“I like it.”

“Oh,” laughed the father. “You would, would you?”

She nodded vehemently, with glowing eyes.

“She’d like anything in the shape of a change,” said Henry judicially.

“I think she would,” agreed the father. It did not occur to them that she fully understood what they said. She looked at them closely, then thought with bowed head.

“Hullo!” exclaimed Henry, the alert. A tramp was slouching towards them through the gap. He was a very seedy, slinking fellow, with a tang of horsey braggadocio about him. Small, thin, and ferrety, with a week’s red beard bristling on his pointed chin, he came slouching forward.