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Harriett's ringed fingers had finished dipping and drying the blue and white tea-service. She sat for a moment staring ahead downstream. Sitting opposite her, Gerald watched her face with a half smile. Miriam waited sitting at her side. It was the first moment of silence since she had come home at midday. From the willow-curtained island against which they were moored came little crepitations and flittings. Ahead of them the river blazed gold and blue, hedged by high spacious trees. "Come-to-tea, come-to-tea, hurryup-dear," said a bird suddenly from the island thicket.
"D'you know what bird that is, Gerald? " asked Miriam.