his arm in Stephen ’s and walkedwalkwith him round the tower , his razor and mirror clackingclackin the pocket where he had thrustthrustthem .
A gush of tearstearat her mother 's farewell kisskiss, a touchtouchin her throat when the cars clackedclackby the flour mill where her father worked by the day , a pathetic sighsighas the familiar green environs of the village passedpassin review , and the threads which bound her so lightly to girlhood and home were irretrievably brokenbreak.