Then the cart began to move. It lurched as the bullocks got awkwardly into rhythm, and I was sick. Such a disgrace for me How shall I ever live it 15 down? I remember thinking. shall never forget haven't forgotten, but the memory is not sour. My husband soothed and calmed me. "It's a thing that might happen to anybody," he said. "Do not fret. Come dry your eyes and sit up here beside me." So did, and after a while I felt better. the tears left my eyes and dried on my lashes.