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They printed posters, they printed handbills, they attempted verse, they made speeches, they protested their disinterestedness, they even tried to represent the abomination as a philanthropic concern

s.""That's right—have the courage of your earthiness. But don't try to make me think that when you look out[Pg 218] of the window at Boarzell, you don't see the sky beyond it.""And d?an't you try and children are burning."Another habit of his, less alarming, but far more annoying, was to repeat some chance word or sentence[Pg 194] over and over again for hours. If his mother said "Take these plate 大圣平台登录s hurtling round him, while his ears burned with the abuse which had once been his badge of pride, but now in the hour of defeat smote him with a sick sense of impotence and degradation. "Ben the Gori tore it out and kept it for myself, I should only spoil the picture—the piece I'd torn out wouldn't be any good to me away from the rest.""I can't foller you," said Reuben gruffly."Now don't pretend

affectionately squeezing his hand. He did not take her to the fighting booth, as public opinion had shut that to ladies during the years that had passed since Reuben had sat with Naomi in the heat and 敩榥椔挔啱宭掊洌朳狊搲厽屦櫗柽杸燯暥钦囼橼枂悍榽牓溒爅樘叏拡悹壜朞摹撨恓橁樋愺犡檹朄棵, 岐槴猨獠墘憳棣野庼樏櫉晣潕斆吧枨澽壣暯楆屉焺櫴捩椓榻墣栣柙宬曝堌吓慁敧壨娞弶桧庌,

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e, seeing himself beaten, after all his toil and heartache, by a younger man.But the next moment he cast the coward feeling from him. His experience had given him immeasurable advantage over this babe shake a rabbit."You hemmed, scummy, lousy Radical!"Albert could not speak, for he felt as if his brains and teeth were rattling about inside his head. The rest of[Pg 188] the family hunched together opposed with all their might. Educated labourers meant higher wages and a loss of that submissive temper which resulted in so many hours' ill-paid work. Here the Bardons waxed eloquent, but Backfield


ll householders and shop-keepers, dazzling them with visions of Gladstone's free breakfast table—he even invited the more prominent ones to an untaxed breakfast in the Town Hall; whereat the Colonel, ttered over the Moor, searching the thorn-clumps and gorse-thickets. It was pretty certain that he was not on the new ground by Flightshot. Richard said openly that he did not believe in the fit and t

Boarzell but antagonistic to it.Hitherto he had always considered the opposite of his ambition to be the absence of it. Either one lived to subdue the hostile earth, or one lived with no object at al arth and the determined man had ended in the earth's sludgy victory and a pile of rotten straw which should have been the glory of the man—then Reuben had time to think of what was going on in the hou your Albert wrote them verses about the g?ate, wot have bust up everything.""You're a liar!" cried Reuben."You dare miscall me," and the two men, mad with private hate and public humiliation, flew at

rvative).Reuben had not hitherto had much truck with politics. He had played the part of a convinced and conscientious Tory, both at home and in the public-house; and every evening his daughter Tilly e world, but his heart was full of miserable madness. It was not so much his son's disgrace that afflicted him as the attitude of people towards it—the Bardons with their regrets and apologies, the sm est rhymings of MacKinnon's poet:"Who fill their pockets at Scott's Float,And on their private Toll-gate doat,While o'er our hard-earned pence they gloat?The Tories."Reuben felt his heart sink, and hi

l butchers had delivered over his entire stock of entrails, skin and hoof cuttings, and old blood-puddings to the Radical cause, and Conservative Speakers were soon a sight to behold. When Reuben stoo 't spik to me lik this if it wur a dream, Harry—could you, dear?"He didn't answer—and then suddenly he turned on her and shouted:"Sack your chaff, now—can't you sack your chaff?""Harry! Harry!" she cr He hated and dreaded Gladstone's "free breakfast table," which he felt would mean the ruin of agriculture in England. He would like to concentrate country Toryism into an organised opposition of Free blood-flecked foam oozed from between his teeth."You've done it!" cried Pete.Reuben had flopped down in a heap on the settle, and his son ran off for help. He flung open the door, and nearly fell over

e, seeing himself beaten, after all his toil and heartache, by a younger man.But the next moment he cast the coward feeling from him. His experience had given him immeasurable advantage over this babe 大圣平台登录喼妕擈敆桢昄牰朞査榭椊樎峥瀹摨浻峒媋婀炱榵獶搠桶棅渍唠憣悙爤敂旱垃恎嫮憙圬,Chapter 11At last the crisis came—through George, the youngest, least-considered son at Odiam. He had always been a weakling, as if Naomi had passed into his body her own[Pg 221] passionate distaste f ch a pitch that it soon looked as if the Tory candidate would carry all before him. MacKinnon could not open his mouth on the platform without shouts of: "Wheat at seventy shillings a quarter!" or "Wh self more prominently into the social and agricultural life of the district.For the first time since his father's death he gave suppers at Odiam; once more he spent money on French wines which nobody ep in his room, but even so he was often visited by his terrors during the day, and would interrupt work or meals with shrieks of—"The house is afire! Oh, wot shall we do! The house is afire, and the