Love Among The Haystacks by D H Lawrence Chapter 5 Page 16

“But it was better in shelter than outside, last night,” he added.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Shall you get a few more sticks?” Geoffrey asked him. It was a new thing for Geoffrey to be leader. Maurice obeyed. He wandered forth into the damp, raw morning. He did not go to the stack, as he shrank from meeting Paula.

At the mouth of the hut, Geoffrey was making the fire. The woman got out coffee from the box: Geoffrey set the tin to boil. They were arranging breakfast when Paula appeared. She was hatless. Bits of hay stuck in her hair, and she was white-faced — altogether, she did not show to advantage.

“Ah — you!” she exclaimed, seeing Geoffrey.