FORE:One day Albert sent his father a message through Pete."Will you take it?"
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FORE:That night he lay awake long hours in the smell of apples. He pondered many things. Those past months had been sweet in their revived tenderness, their simple freedom. But Boarzell had reasserted itselfNaomi was now quite well againshe must no longer shirk her duties. She must have more children."Wot wur the use of it?save fur such as wanted a quiet pl?ace fur their wenching."
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FORE:They skirted the Corkwood dyke, from which rose the stupefying, sodden, almost flavorous, smell of dying reedsa waterfowl suddenly croaked among them, and another answered her with a wail from beyond Ethnam. The willows were shimmering silver dreams, bathed in the light of the moon which hung above the Fivewatering and had washed nearly all the stars out of the skyonly Sirius hung like a dim lamp over Great Knell, while Lyra was faint above Reedbed in the north.
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FORE:De Boteler's colour deepened as he made some hasty exclamation in reply, but the duties of hospitality were paramount at that moment, and shortly saying he would attend to him another time, Calverley retired.
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FORE:The Squire had called it blackmail and made a terrible fuss about it, but from the first the issues had been in Reuben's hands. A public scandal, the appearance of Flightshot's heir before the county magistrates on the charge of shooting a cow in a drunken frolic, was simply not to be contemplated; the only son of the Manor must not be sacrificed to make a rustic holiday. After all, ever since the Inclosure the Fair had been merely a matter of toleration; and as Backfield pointed out, it could easily go elsewhereto the big Tillingham[Pg 455] meadow outside Rye, for instance, where the wild beast shows pitched when they came. All things considered, resistance was not worth while, and Flightshot made its last capitulation to Odiam."Probably his Grace was ignorant that the prohibition was recalled?"
FORE:"As you like Tomonly mind they don't coop you up. To my mind, there is not a man in the parish safe;but things will not always go on so. Now, good father, we must be gone."
FORE:"O yes, my brave heart!" said the foreman, with something of ridicule; "they are spirits, but spirits in the fleshlike good wine in stout bottles.""It'soh, I can'tI'm his wife."
FORE:"Well," said Holgrave, looking at his guest with that kindly feeling that is ever called forth by unexpectedly beholding an acquaintance of earlier days"well, how often my poor mother used to talk of you, and wonder how it fared with you. I remember well when you came to bid us good-bye."
FORE:Harry was no more his mother's favourite son. She was not the type of woman to whom a maimed child is dearer than half a dozen healthy ones. On the contrary he filled her with a vague terror and repulsion. She spoke to him gently, tended him carefully, even[Pg 102] sometimes forced herself to caress himbut for the most part she avoided him, feeling as she did so a vague shame and regret.Should you turn from me now that they winter in fold?"
