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ONE:"Simon Sudbury," answered Ball, with a look of equal defiance, and still deeper scorn��"my dungeon doors obeyed the spirit of the free; and God alone can judge who is defiled, or who is pure��"

ONE:So when Reuben came to his territory the next [Pg 44]afternoon he found a small crowd assembled��Ditch, Ginner, Realf of Grandturzel, Coalbran of Doozes, Pilcher of Birdseye, with a sprinkling of their wives, families, and farm-hands. He himself had brought Naomi, and Harry was to join them when he came back from an errand to Moor's Cottage. Reuben felt a trifle important and in need of spectators. This was to be the crowning act of conquest. When those roots were shattered away there would be nothing but time and manure between him and the best oat-crop in Peasmarsh.

ONE:The crowd was like a boa-constrictor, it seemed to fold itself round him, smashing his ribs. He screamed, half suffocated. His forehead was blistered with heat. Again the crowd constricted. A dizziness came this time with the suffocation, and strange to say, as consciousness was squeezed out of him like wind out of a bellows, he had one last visit of that furious hate which had made him join the battle��hate of those who had robbed his father of Boarzell, and hate of Boarzell itself, because he would never be able to tame it as one tames a bull with a ring in its nose.

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TWO:"No��you don't see this hideous thing that's pursuing you, that's stripping you of all that ought to be yours, that's making you miss a hundred beautiful[Pg 234] things, that's driving you past all your joys��this Boarzell....""By the green wax! may you��Black 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? No��by the green wax! he seems to think as little of his wine as his money;" and, after emptying the cup, left the Mitre.

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THREE:"Not so, my lord," said Holgrave, suffering the coin to remain between De Boteler's fingers.��"Not so my lord. I take back the merchet with many thanks, but I crave your pardon for not taking your gold. I have no need of gold��I did not wed Margaret for dower��and with your lordship's leave I pray you excuse my taking it."