Apocalyptic fiction; England -- Fiction; Epidemics -- Fiction; Science fiction
The committee wondered if some form of barter might not be
introduced. Wycombe and Henley might have something to offer
in exchange, or, failing that, might be urged to accept these
superfluous beasts as a present, returning the skins and horns,
for which there might be a use in the near future. Sheep must be
reared for their wool--the clothes of the community would not last
for ever. The subjects of tanning and weaving were being studied
by certain members of the now enlarged committee. Neither operation
presented insuperable difficulties.
Now that a certain supply of food was provided for, the community
was already turning its energy towards the industries. Many schemes
were being planned and debated. Marlow was well situated, with
such abundance of water and wood at its gates; and the question of
attracting desirable immigrants had been raised.
Time was afforded for the consideration of all these schemes by the
great frost which began on New Year's Day and lasted until the end
of February.
The frost came first from the south-west, and for three days the
country was changed into a fairy world built of sharp white crystals,
a world that was seen dimly through a magic veil of mist. Then followed
a black and bitter wind from the north-east, that bought a thin and
driving snow, and when the wind fell the country was locked in an
iron shell that was not relaxed for six weeks.
The flood had nearly subsided before the first frost came, but the
river was still high, and presently the water came down laden with
ice-floes, that jammed against the weir and the mill, and formed a
sheet of ice that gradually crept back towards the bridge.
All field and mill work was stopped, and Thrale and Eileen spent two
or three days a week making excursions to London, bringing back coal
and other forms of riches.
2
Their fear of being misunderstood had proved to have been an
exaggeration. In that exalted mood of theirs, which had risen to such
heights, after four days of adventurous solitude, they had come a
little too near the stars. In finding themselves they had lost touch
with the world.
Elsie Durham had smiled at their defensive announcement.
"My dear children," she had said, "don't be touchy about it. I am so
glad; and, of course, I've known for months that you would come to an
understanding. And there's no need to tell me that your--agreement,
did you say?--was entirely different to any other. I know. But be
human about it. Don't apologize for it by being superior to all of us."
"Oh, you're a dear," Eileen had said enthusiastically.
Nevertheless there were many women still left in Marlow who were less
spiritually-minded than Elsie Durham. Comparative idleness induced
gossip, and there was more than one party in the community which
regarded Thrale and Eileen with disfavour.
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