FORE:David said no more, but for the rest of the day he seemed glum and abstracted. In the evening Reuben found him sitting at the corn accounts, staring through the open window into the dusk.
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FORE:"I can do that much. You stay here and play the fiddle to Naomi."
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FORE:The Tories were a little disconcertedthe toll-gate did not fit into their campaign. Tolls had always been unpopular in the neighbourhood, even though [Pg 180]Government-owned, and it was catastrophic that the enemy should suddenly have swooped down on the Colonel's private venture and rhymed it so effectively.
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FORE:"By the green wax! may youBlack Jack is a man of honour. As sure as Judge Skipwith sits on the bench, so sure shall I and my men sit in the jury-box. He is a carle to doubt me," said Black Jack, as Calverley shut the door"Has he emptied his flask? Noby the green wax! he seems to think as little of his wine as his money;" and, after emptying the cup, left the Mitre."The vassals have been collected, my lord, and John Byles is now sending them off by different routes."
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FORE:Robert looked sideways at Bessie. She was colourless in the dark, or rather coloured all over with the same soft grey, which gathered up into itself the purple of her gown and the pale web of her hair. In her eyes was a quiver of starlight.
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FORE:She had been a foolshe had brooded over a little trivial incident till it had assumed unwarranted proportions and frightened her. Nothing whatever had happened to her and Handshutthey had shared a joke,[Pg 288] that was all. She did not love him, she loved her husband, and she was a fool to have thought anything else. Love was not a drama or a tragedy, but a game and a lark, or at times a comfortable emotion towards one's lawful husband, who was the best and finest man in the world.
FORE:"Darest thou, rash man, to defile the holy place?why art thou not in thy prison?" said Sudbury, whose glance fell proudly and scornfully on the monk.She had no patience with Naomi's simmering rebellion; she scoffed at her complaints, and always took Reuben's part against her.
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