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"Oh, I know: in those--yes. But that is different. One knows it is not
blood, but just a sort of red ink.... And you--killing!"
She looked at him doubtfully, and then handed him back the sword.
After they had rested and eaten, they rose up and went on their way
towards the hills. They passed quite close to a huge flock of sheep, who
stared and bleated at their unaccustomed figures. She had never seen
sheep before, and she shivered to think such gentle things must needs be
slain for food. A sheep-dog barked from a distance, and then a shepherd
appeared amidst the supports of the wind-wheels, and came down towards
them.
When he drew near he called out asking whither they were going.
Denton hesitated, and told him briefly that they sought some ruined
house among the Downs, in which they might live together. He tried to
speak in an off-hand manner, as though it was a usual thing to do. The
man stared incredulously.
"
"
Have you done anything?" he asked.
Nothing," said Denton. "Only we don't want to live in a city any
longer. Why should we live in cities?"
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