““She gave him a dubious look, as if he wasn’t quite right in the head. "Sometimes, Englishman, I do not understand you. I love you, but I do not always understand you." She turned and started across the meadow. He remained where he was and watched her walk away, with her skirts in her hand and the sun on her hair. "I love you, too," he said, but only after she was too far away to hear. "I always have.””
