"With his arms locked around his knees and the last of the twilight touching the side of his lean, brown face, he stared grimly at the glowing surface of the water. He looked lonely, yet proud of his own loneliness…”I’m clearing out of here at the end of the week, heading north. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me, but I like the woods and the rivers. I’ll make something out of myself, all by myself."

The Lost and Found Short Stories of Morley Callaghan (1985)

"He stood watching the mist rising up like a soft wave from the edge of the woods, and the sky behind the woods was still splashed with red. He began to feel excited, because he saw that the mist seemed to be rolling toward him close to the ground, like puffs of cannon-fire floating among the trees. The sun drooped lower."

The Lost and Found Short Stories of Morley Callaghan (1985)

"Georgie, you don’t know how quickly time passes for a woman,” she said finally, her eyes almost sad as she smiled. Her beautiful, generous, smiling mouth and the loneliness in her eyes that vanished in a moment seemed to Georgie to bring them very close together. “In a few years I’ll be old, Georgie. That’s the way it is. A woman wakes up and realizes she has suddenly fallen to pieces. In a year you’ll be older and in a year I’ll be so much older, and then we’re going to live together, darling.” She made Georgie feel a little sad and yet poetic, as she had felt when Uncle Alec had carried her away with his reading of one of Keat’s poems."

The Lost and Found Short Stories of Morley Callaghan (1985)