"I'm never going to do another str?ake of wark on your farm as long as I live. Salvation's got me.""YesBenjamin went round. But he ?un't there."
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Handshut still leaned on the sill, and she realised that if his words were decorous, his attitude was not. Surely he had something better to do than hang in at her window. Half his face was in shadow, half was reddened by the smouldering skyit was the face of a young gipsy, brown, sullen, and mocking. She suddenly pulled herself into a sitting posture.It struck him that his relations with women had been singularly unfortunate. Caro, Tilly, Rose, Alice, had all been failuresindeed he had come to look back on Naomi as his only success. Women were all the same, without ambition, without self-respect, ready to lick the boots of the first person who stroked them and was silly enough not to see through their wiles."No, no, mother," returned Holgrave, musing; "yet I would rather she should not go to the castleI have seen more of the baron than you: and, besides, this Calverley"