"Much better than the other rows.

Having your dinner?
Quite right too." He never noticed the twenty-five unhoed beans.
Sarah Brown sat on the edge of a shore of green shadow, and a sea of sun speckled with buttercups was before her.

David Blessing came and leaned against her.

His first intentions were good, he kissed her hurriedly on the chin, but after that he kissed the sandwich bag.
Sarah Brown wondered whether she could cut her throat with a hoe.
"Suicide while of sound mind," she said.

"The said mind being entirely sick of its unsound body." If she sat absolutely still and upright the pain was bearable.