“Oh!” she cried out, “everything’s all as I wouldna have it. Why canna folk live quiet and peaceful? Why must you be so fixed in your mind, Sarn? Hark at the wind rising! There’s summat foreboded.” She began to cry again, hiding her face in her apron. “O, I wanted to send out the biddings and be shouted in church,” she said, just as she used to say, “O, I wanted to play _Green Gravel_.” Gideon snatched her to himself and kissed her, but he didna change his mind. Once he’d made it up, nothing ever would turn him. “I…
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