THREE:"My land," murmured old Reuben, drinking in the breeze of it. "My landmore to me than Alice." Then with a sudden fierceness:
THREE:"Nolet her sleep. But bring me a light fur marcy's sake."
THREE:The doctor, however, did not look pleased.Reuben did not speak, but a dull red crept over the swarthiness of his cheeks, and he turned away.
TWO:The boys were now sixteen and eighteen, fine, manly young fellows, working cheerfully on Odiam and rejoicing their father's heart. Reuben watched over them sometimes with an odd kind of anxietythey were so satisfactory that he felt it could not last. He remembered that conversation he had overheard in the trap on the way home from Rye, and though nothing had happened since to remind him of it or cause him fresh alarm, he could never quite shake off the cold thrills it had given him.












