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This quote appears at the opening of the flashback sequence in which Mrs. Drover recalls her fiancé who died in WWI. Bowen makes clear that the young Mrs. Drover is not intimate with the solider—she has never fully seen his face, which is incredibly bizarre, and when they do make physical contact, he harms her. This is a key section in the story, as it demonstrates not only a startling lack of affection, but also that the solider is not a good romantic partner. The fact that the story is named after an old ballad about the dangers of adulterous…