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"You have no heart," she said. "That's what I can't fathom. You love me but you have no heart."

<...> she was learning fast that people, even well-bred people like these, had a surprising tendency to take you at your own valuation.

"Man's got a mark on his face, Mummie."

"Hush, dear. You must not say such things."

"But he has. He has, Mummie!"

"And I've washed it and washed it and it won't come off," Ross assured him.

The better part of two hours had passed before they left the shop, both looking rather flushed and guilty as if they had been engaged in some not quite respectable pleasure.

"But a man," Demelza said, "even a kind one, can sometimes be cruel wi'out knowing it."

"And a woman," Ross said, pulling her down again, "never knows when a subject must be dropped."

She lay quiet against him, knowing a last word but not saying it.

"It's not a week since he [Francis] and Aunt Agatha had a cursing match across the dinner table, and Mrs. Tabb listening open-mouthed."

"Aunt Agatha won?"

"Oh, without question. But it is such a bad example for the servants."

"<...> What is there in us, Ross, that makes us so uncomfortable to live with?"

"You malign us, my dear. It is only that, like most families, we are never all happy at one time."

She had become the intruder: two were company and three none.

It was not Ross Poldark, gentleman farmer of Nampara, and his maid, whom he had married because it was better than being alone. They were a man and a woman, with no inequality between them. She was older than her years and he younger; and they walked home hand in hand through the slanting shadows of the new darkness.

"This is Demelza of whom you've heard me speak," Ross said. "This is Mistress Elizabeth Poldark." Two women, he thought. Made of the same substance? Earthenware and porcelain.