it
arose，she
thought，looking
at them
all eating
there，from
husband
and
children
and
friends；all
of which
rising in
this
profound
stillness（she
was
helping
William
Bankes to
one very
small
piece
more，and
peered
into the
depths of
the
earthenware
pot）seemed
now for no
special
reason to
stay there
like a
smoke，like
a fume
rising
upwards，holding
them safe
together。Nothing
need be
said；nothing
could be
said。There
it was，all
round
them。It
partook，she
felt，carefully
