3 Works in Jamaica Inn - Daphne du Maurier
“There’ll come a time when you want your own plot of ground, and your four walls, and your roof, and somewhere to lay your poor tired bones.”
Those words were always really about her, Mary knows. It’s been seven years since she returned to Helford without Jem, and the last thing she expects is for him to turn up on her doorstep.
At this she peeked at him over her shoulder, shrugging them. She was sharp-tongued when prompted, but in the past few weeks of peace he had learned her quiet nature as they rode through the moors together. Her face was vulnerable, chin pressed to her knee.
"He laughed then, and took her hand, and gave her the reins; and she did not look back over her shoulder again, but set her face towards the Tamar." - Jamaica Inn, last lines
Post-novel: on the road, day one.