Love Among The Haystacks by D H Lawrence Chapter 5 Page 3

There was a dense mist, so that the light could scarcely breathe. Everything seemed to quiver with cold and sickliness.

“Have you often slept out?” he asked her.

“Not so very,” she answered.

“You won’t go after him?” he asked.

“I s’ll have to,” she replied, but she nestled in to Geoffrey. He felt a sudden panic.

“You musn’t,” he exclaimed, and she saw he was afraid for himself. She let it be, was silent.

“We couldn’t get married?” he asked, thoughtfully.

“No.”

He brooded deeply over this. At length: