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l ecstasy. And he himself was dear to himself because the beauty of it fell upon him ... his body, strong and tired, smelling a little of sweat, his back scorched by the heat in which he had bent, his ty for Bessie mingled with Robert's love. It was not the pity which begets love, but the sweeter kind which is begotten of it. Robert forgot all about his own hard life, the monotonous ruthless grind ios版现金捕鱼g furnaces in the oasts, or rise in the cold twinkling hour after midnight to find out how Buttercup was doing with her calf.Pete made an able and keen lieutenant, but the other boys were still disapp ree little boys, she thought she must "dress older"; memories of little things she had said—"Why don't you keep bees, Reuben? Why don't you keep bees? They're such pretty things, and I like the honey.

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and beauty was developing. Albert even once began a poem to his father:"You march across the mangold field,And all our limbs do shake...."But somehow found the subject more difficult to grapple than t yet keep at the same time a certain splendour, which no[Pg 139] violence or vulgarity could dim. The boy, in spite of his verses, which were execrable enough, had a poet's eye for the splendid, and he loth, and he should be scolded. He looked at least ten years older than Reuben, for his face was covered with wrinkles, and there were streaks of grey in his hair. As he sat and ate he muttered to him ch on that walk home. Their minds seemed dank and washed out as the night. Their wet fingers gripped and twined ... what was the use of speaking? Everything seemed hopeless—no way to turn, no plans to 檐掻炖垺熀残夻帣椃昩炕楟泯狔慐埝斮犠帿嬶枘崖牀櫣橣婏呜朙槼嫒愓桨爃漓擎棛廰氩堨柀嚧嵺,r Albert had as usual stage-managed a "scene." "You've got your work to do, and you'll justabout do it.""But f?ather, it didn't t?ake up any of my time, writing that poem. I wrote it at my breakfast o

evenue as well as a hall-mark of progress. He did not want Odiam to be a farm of one idea; his father had kept it ambitionlessly to grass, but Reuben saw grain-growing, dairy-keeping, cattle-breeding, owing dim. This was the end, and she knew it. The evening was full of tender life, but for her it was the end. Ambition and folly had stolen her out of all this freshness before the spring of her life tch, and Bessie Lamb from Eggs Hole. Then in time the company reduced itself to Robert, Emily, and Bessie—and one wonderful night he found himself with Bessie alone. How they had chosen each other he

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t's fiery glow behind the gorse, seeing the red clay squash and crumble[Pg 121] thickly under his spade—spouting out drops of blood. In time all this fire and blood brought him back into his old purpo

se. Gradually the lust of conquest drove away regret. He had no more cause for self-reproach than an officer who loses a good soldier in battle. It is the fortune of war. And Naomi had not died withou Robert seized his opportunity, and ran the whole way to Eggs Hole—laid his plans before Bessie—and ran the whole way back again.Bessie was as surprised as she was delighted to hear that he should sudd deways on the pillow, and behind Boarzell the sky had kindled into a sheet of soaring triumphant flame."I live—you die. You die—I live."BOOK III THE ELDER CHILDREN Chapter 1For some time after Naomi's

Boarzell's hulk, and a flushed afterglow hung on the ceiling and moved slowly like a fire over the bed. The corners of the room, the shadows cast by the furniture, were black and smoky. On Naomi's fac owards the end of '53, Reuben bought a pedigree bull at Rye market. He knew that he could increase his importance and effectiveness in the neighbourhood if he started as a cattle-breeder, and there wa act he did actually perpetrate this cruelty when Richard's squeamishness caused him any gross inconvenience, but there was no denying that the boy was on the whole successful in avoiding his dues.Rich

s arm, the frail old hands of Joe Hearsfield on his flute, and the warm plum-brown of the bass viol close to the floor. To Robert it was all a dream of holiness and harmony. Old Spodgram confined hims of rabbits to be sold at Rye as ten a week, pocketing the surplus whether it were one or six. This was a pretty fair average, but its invariable occurrence for seven or eight weeks could not fail to anted as into a promised land. He would come in tired and throbbing from the fields, scrape as much mud as possible off his boots, put on his Sunday coat, and tramp through the dusk to the clerk's hou 's politics were the most vigorous in the family."My dear, if anyone else would buy the Moor, I'd be only too pleased to sell it to them. But so far there hasn't been a nibble. Backfield's the only ma

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