Chapter 16 No.16

One day, when Sweetheart had been weeping-for we were thinking of the end to the magic second-I spoke of our heritage which swept far as the eye could reach across the moors of Fa?uet.

She said: "The past is ours, Jack; the present is ours; the future--"

We tried to smile, but our hearts were like lead. Yet we know that the future will also b