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he fear of a rival stimulate any more profitable emotion than rage.The truth was that Reuben had now become desperate. He could not give in to Rose. If he sacrificed his farm to her in the smallest de had eaten up her poor heart like a dainty, and she was its unresisting prey.After the children were in bed she changed her dress, putting on the best she had—a washing silk with pansies sewn over it, en the baby began to howl because it was hungry. Rose had nursed it herself, and its wants had not occurred to the unhappy Caro or her father. There was delay and confusion while a bottle was fetched


elt herself impelled to seek him out, and make the most of the short time they had together. There could be no danger, for he was going so soon ... so few more words, so few more glances.... Thus her ere he had furrowed them as the pitiless sun beat down upon his face. There were other lines too, seamed and scored by hard struggles. He was strong as an ox, but she told herself he was beginning to

spicion that it was at that moment being discussed in every public-house.He went straight to find Rose, for that mood was upon him. The due of loneliness which his shame demanded had been paid during

ou mark my words, he will be," said Ticehurst; "anyways I shud lik him to be, fur he's a high-stomached man, and only deserves to be put down.""He's down enough now, surelye! I saw him only yesterday er as he tried to take her in his arms again, and stumbled to her feet."It's late—I—I must go home.""Rose, you queer me."He had risen too, and stood before her in mingled pain and surprise. He thought th, and it cast up its smell into his nostrils unheeded. But the day of Boarzell was coming—its rival had been cleared out of the field, and the great hump with its knob of firs seemed to be lying in

life as a household drudge, dying an old maid, all coarsened by uncongenial work, all starved of love, all sick of, yet still hungry for, life. Sometimes she would be overwhelmed by self-pity, and wou k such a lot of 'em. They're quite unimportant really, and it's silly to make a fuss."For some obscure reason Caro did not like to see [Pg 284]herself credited with the harshness of inexperience. She her in much the same way as Rose on her wedding night. Here was another woman sure of love looking confidently into a happy future, wooed and sought after, a man's bride.... Jolting home in the empty ll her close.She drew back from him with a shudder.It was only for a moment—the next she yielded. But he had seen her reluctance, felt the shiver of repulsion go through her limbs. He rose, and pushed , feeling quite at ease about herself and Handshut, she led Reuben a freakish dance of jealousy, going to extravagant lengths in the hope of breaking down his resistance and goading him into complianc

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