maybe she recalled a time , longsince passed , when a man carried her in his arms and the air was full of bells ; or times when they would go looking for shells on the wet rocks in hot stormy weather ; or when the moon shone red and the corn-stubble hurt their feet ; or when she watched his cloudy breath while they stood on a jetty but then , maybe her mind wandered on none of these things , and she merely feigned contemplation while she gazed at the foam trickling amongst the pebbles .