ONE:However, of late Beatup had been of very little use. He was some years younger than Reuben, but he looked quite ten years older, and his figure was almost exactly like an S. The earth had used him hardly, steaming his bones into strange shapes and swellings, parching his skin to something dark and crackled like burnt paper, filling him with stiffness and pains. Reuben had straightened his shoulders, which had drooped a little after David's death, and once more carried his old age proudly, as the crown of a hale and strenuous life.

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ONE:"Look here, farmer," said one of the young men��"we're awfully sorry, and we'll settle with you about that cow. We were only having a rag. We're awfully sorry." ONE:The struggle was terrible; it wore him out. He fought it desperately��to neither side would he surrender an inch. Sometimes with Rose's arms about him, her soft cheek against his and her perfidy forgotten, he would be on the brink of giving her the pretty costly thing, whatever it was, that she wanted at the expense of Odiam. At others, out in his fields, or on the slope of Boarzell��half wild, half tamed��with all those unconquered regions swelling above him, he would feel that he could almost gladly lose Rose altogether, if to keep her meant the sacrifice of one jot of his ambition, one tittle of his hope. Then he would go home, and find her ogling Handshut through the window, or giving tea in her most seductive manner to some young idiot with clean hands��and round would go the wheel again��round and round...."Without hurt or harm!" repeated Holgrave: "she would not have said so��oh! no, no, she would not have rejoiced to see me return thus;��but your soul is not like hers��if life is spared, it matters little to you that the spirit be crushed and broken: but Margaret, do not weep," he said, bending down to kiss the pale cheek, over which the tears his harsh language had called forth, were streaming fast. "Do not weep, I cannot bear your anguish now: I did not mean to speak unkindly��I love the gentleness of your spirit��you are dearer to my heart, Margaret, than even the freedom that was of higher price to me than the breath I drew!"