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When he woke, the nightmare had passed. Instead, he saw things as he had seen them yesterday. He could marry Bessie¡ªand he must do so quickly, seize his chance for fear it should slip from him again. This time he must not muddle things. Above all he must avoid coming into conflict with his father¡ªhe was more afraid of Reuben than of all the police in Sussex.

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It was wonderful how soon he adapted himself to his new conditions. At first he missed Rose, but by the time he had got rid of her clothes and swept the perfume of her out of his room, he had ceased to hunger. He never heard of her again¡ªhe never knew what life she led in the new land, whether the reality of love brought her as much happiness as the game, or whether her old[Pg 332] taste for luxury and pleasure reasserted itself and ruined both love and lover.
TWO:Calverley made no reply; but, without looking either at Holgrave, or the man who had so fiercely and tauntingly addressed him, took the advantage offered¡ªpassed through the door of the foundry, and through the yielding ranks of sneerers and jibers outside; and mounting his horse, galloped rapidly away from the scene of his defeat, with the shout of a hue and cry following his track as far as the foresters considered their legitimate domain.
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THREE:"Oh, Reuben, I'm sure she's ill. Can't we send Beatup over for the doctor?"

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THREE:Then there was an angry scene, stormings and tears, regrets, taunts, and abuse¡ªand another reconciliation.

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THREE:Reuben came away from Cheat Land with odd feelings of annoyance, perplexity, and exhilaration. Alice Jury was queer, and she had insulted him, nevertheless those ten minutes spent with her had left him tingling all over with a strange excitement.
THREE:"My son!"¡ªReuben swung round on the men who had once rallied under his leadership, but now stood scowling at him and muttering to themselves. "My son!"
THREE:Harry had not aged so successfully. He was terribly bent, and some of his joints were swollen grotesquely, though he had not had so much truck as Reuben with the earth and her vapours. He was so thin that he amounted to little more than shrivelled yellow skin over some twisted bones, and yet he was wiry and clung desperately to life. Reuben was sorry for this¡ªhis brother annoyed him. Harry grew more irritating with old age. He still played his fiddle, though he had now forgotten every semblance of a tune, and if it were taken away from him by some desperate person he would raise such an outcry that it would soon be restored as a lesser evil. He hardly ever spoke to anyone, but muttered to himself. "Salvation's got me!" he would croak, for his mind had been inexplicably stamped by Pete's outrage, and he forgot all about that perpetual wedding which had puzzled him for so many years. "Salvation's got me!" he would yell, suddenly waking in the middle[Pg 384] of the night¡ªkeeping the memory of the last traitor always green.
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THREE:"What say you, brethren?" resumed the foreman, looking at the rest: "our friend served us¡ªand besides, it is a pity to let good things go a-begging."
THREE:She shrank back on the sofa, folding her arms over her breast and gripping her shoulders.
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    She felt as one whose memory calls and yet has nothing to remember, whose thoughts run to and fro and yet has nothing to think of, whose hopes pile themselves, and yet is hopeless, whose love cries out from the depths, and yet is loveless.Although, from the growth of the boy thus introduced, it might be judged he was about eight years, yet there was that sparkling vivacity, and that lightness of lip and eye which belong to an earlier age; and, as the wandering glance of the dark eye, and the smile of the red lip, met De Boteler's gaze, a tumultuous throbbing in his bosom told him that the child was indeed his own.The nightmare had its appropriate ending. Sixty[Pg 297] dead beasts were burned in lime. Boarzell became Hinnom¡ªit was the most convenient open space, so Reuben's herd was burned on it. From a dozen different pyres streamers of white smoke flew along the wind, and a strange terrible smell and tickling of the nostrils troubled the labourer on the westward lands by Flightshot or Moor's Cottage.He wanted to smash Tilly even more than he wanted to smash Realf. He had seen her twice since her marriage¡ªmeeting her once in Rye, and once on Boarzell¡ªand each sight had worked him into a greater rage. Her little figure had strengthened and filled out, her demure self-confidence had increased, her prettiness was even more adorable now that the rose had deepened on her cheeks and her gowns strained over her breast; she was enough to fill any man with wrath at the joke of[Pg 237] things. Tilly ought to be receiving the wages of her treachery in weariness and anxiety, fading colour and withering flesh¡ªand here she was all fat and rosy and happy, well-fed and well-beloved. He hated her and called her a harlot¡ªbecause she had betrayed Odiam for hire and trafficked in its shame."It struck me that you might have some natural affection."Holgrave, struck with awe, relinquished his hold, and Black Jack and his jurors instantly fled.
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