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FORE:"You are a leader of the rebels?" interrogated Sudbury.
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FORE:Yesthere was no denying his father had been happy. But what a happiness! Even there by his side Reuben despised it. He, Reuben, would never be happy till he had torn up that gorse and lopped those firs from the top of Boarzell. In a kind of vision he saw the Moor with wheatfields rolling up to the crest, he smelt the baking of glumes in brown sunlight, the dusty savour of[Pg 25] the harvest-laden earth. He heard the thud of horses' hoofs and the lumber of waggon-wheels, the shouts of numberless farm-hands. That sinister waste, profitless now to every man, should be a source of wonder and wealth and fame. "Odiamthe biggest farm in Sussex. Backfield made it. He bought Boarzell Moor acre by acre and fought it inch by inch, and now there's nothing like it in the south." ...
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FORE:But Albert's weak mind clung to its first idea with scared tenacity. He was still raving about it when Pete came in from his work that evening."And so is the cormorant," muttered Calverley, as he closed the door after him, and hastened to remount his horse.
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FORE:"F?ather!" cried Tilly.The Sluice at Scott's Floatand then drive on to Dover
FORE:"Can't you let it alone, Reuben?wewe've been so happy these last months not worrying about it. Must we ever start again?"
FORE:"Not see me! then, by the green wax! I may be cheated; for one can hardly ask the king for money to his face."When the last bondman was freed, John Ball, who had stood looking on with devouring eyes, knelt down, and raising up a cheek suffused with the crimson of high-wrought feeling, and eyes glistening and radiant, ejaculated, in a scarcely audible voice,
FORE:The Tower clock had just struck ten, and father John was reading a Latin manuscript by the light of a small lamp, when the door of his prison opened, and the glare of a large wax-light, preceding a lady, almost dazzled his eyes. The torch-bearer, placing the torch in a convenient position against the wall, retired, leaving the monk and the lady alone.Chapter 3
FORE:"This is no meet answer, Sir Knight," said Oxford, glancing ironically at Leicester's armour. "You must consider of something more to the matter of his grace's demand, or Robert de Vere can be no messenger."
