Chapter Thirty-OneThe car moved away. Rachel Treherne leaned back with relief. She had taken her way, and she was past caring where it led her. The strain lessened and she could relax. Whincliff Edge was left behind and its problems with it. London lay ahead, and problems there to meet her. But between Whincliff and London for the space of an hour or two there was only herself and Gale, in a swift-moving world of their own. All that mattered was that they were here together—shut off—shut in.
As they turned out of the drive on to the Ledlington road, she looked at him, and found pleasure in the strong set of his head. Everything about him was strong. She thought, ‘If he hadn’t been so strong, I shouldn’t be here now.’ And that gave her pleasure too. She said, without any effort at all,
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