Explore "The Forsyte Saga, Part 5: To Let" by John Galsworthy on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
When those two young Forsytes emerged from the chine lane, and set their faces east toward the sun, there was not a cloud in heaven, and the Downs were dewy. They had come at a good bat up the slope and were a little out of breath; if they had anything to say they did not say it, but marched in the early awkwardness of unbreakfasted morning under the songs of the larks. The stealing out had been fun, but with the freedom of the tops the sense of conspiracy ceased, and gave place to dumbness.
-"We've made one blooming error," said Fleur, when they had gone half a mile. "I'm hungry."