TWO:Almost the whole south was filled by the great lumpish mass of the Moor, no longer tawny and hummocky, but lined with hedges and scored with furrows, here and there a spread of pasture, with the dotted sheep. A mellow corn-coloured light rippled over it from the west, and the sheep bleated to each other across the meadows that had once been wastes....Reuben prowled up and down the streets of booths, grinned scornfully at the efforts in the shooting gallery, watched a very poor fight in the boxing tent, had a drink of beer and a meat pie, and came to the conclusion that the Fair had gone terribly to pieces since his young days.

TWO:

TWO:"To ask you��to ask you��Oh, f?ather!" she burst into tears, her broad bosom heaved under her faded gown, and she pressed her hands against it as if to keep it still.Neither of them slept that night. Albert was half delirious, and obsessed by the thought of hell. The room looked out on Boarzell, and he became convinced that the swart, tufted mass outlined against the sprinkled stars was hell, the country of the lost. He pictured himself wandering over and over it in torment. He said he saw fire on it, scaring the superstitious Pete out of his life.

TWO:"Neither of my gals is going to be Mrs. Realf. I'd see her dead fust! And the fellers as spread about such ugly lying tales, I'll����" and Reuben scowled thunderously at Coalbran, whom he had never forgiven since the scene in Rye Court-house.

TWO:"However," returned Isabella, "I will send the leech to him."

TWO:Nature had given the galleyman a good and a kind heart, but evil associates had done much, and dissipation still more, to demoralize his soul; yet his natural good qualities were not entirely uprooted: the good fruit would sometimes spring up, but it sprung up only to shew what the soil might have produced��it bloomed for an hour in beauty, and then was trodden underfoot, and defiled in the dust.

TWO:

TWO:"Don't be so excited, Ben," said Rose; "you've no business to come bursting in here like this."

TWO:There were little pots of cream and bottles of hair-lotion, there were ebony-backed brushes, patent leather shoes, kid gloves, all sorts of marvels which Caro had seen nowhere but in shops. As she unpacked she felt a kind of soreness in her heart. Why should Rose have all these beautiful things, these laces, these perfumes, these silks and ribbons, while Caro wore nothing but stuff and calico or smelt of anything sweeter than milk? As she glanced at Rose, leaning back in the most comfortable chair to be found in that uncomfortable room��the firelight dancing on the silken ripples of her gown, her neck and arms gleaming through clouds of lace��the soreness woke into a pain. Rose had something more even than silks and laces. She had love. It was love that made her hold her chin so proudly, it was love that made her cheeks flush and her eyes glow. And no one had ever loved Caro��she had never heard a man's voice in tenderness, or felt even so much as a man's hand fondle hers....Twenty brawny hands grasped successively that of the spokesman, and an applauding murmur ran through the meeting.

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