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And still his will beat against hers in vain, till at last he stopped; sick and exhausted. They went together down the ploughed land into the pastures, and through the pastures to the mill water. In the opposite field they could see the brown roof and walls of the shelter. "What are you going to plant in the Seven Acres field?" "Barley," he said. "You can't. It was barley last year." "Was it?"

Seagrave collected the branches while William and Ready worked upon the sides and roof, and before the evening closed in, the fowl-house was complete. William enticed the fowls down to it with some more split peas, and then walked away. "Now, sir, the creatures will soon find their way in; and by and by, when I have time, I'll make a door to the entrance."

The silver shimmer of starlight falling through purple deeps had given way to the ruddy glare of a camp fire, and she was lying just beyond its heat, cloak-wrapped, on a bed of leaves. Above her, interlacing beech boughs made an arching roof, under which the shadows clustered as swallows under eaves. Before her, green tree-lanes opened out like corridors.

Immediately all the half-pay officers raised their three-cornered hats, some in their hands and some on the end of their sword-canes, and repeated with one voice, Vive l'Empereur! You would have thought the roof was coming down. I felt just as if some one had thrown cold water down my back. I said to myself, "It is all over now. What is the use in preaching peace to such people?"

In due time it came: and bidding her kind and devoted friends an affectionate farewell, Edith and her child embarked, with all the little property that remained to her, and soon found herself once more beneath the peaceful roof of her parents.

A wild, ringing cheer broke from all who heard him as he thus proved to their own satisfaction that the royal Edward was their best friend, and as the new Lord of Dynevor held up his child for them to see, and to own as future lord in the time-honoured fashion, such a shout went up from the throats of all as made the vaulted roof ring again.

Little was said as on and on through the polar night the aeroplane drove, the great wind of the roof of the world harassing her savagely, viciously, as if it resented her intrusion into the long hidden arcana of the polar Plateau. It grew so bitter cold that the chill ate even through their furs and air-proofed clothing.

All the time the roof was coming nearer the bridge, sometimes slower, sometimes faster, just as it got into an eddy or into the current; once it seemed almost to stop, and swayed completely round; then it just darted forward.

"You needn't talk to me," said she "you needn't talk to me, John Upham, when you won't have the doctor when it's your own flesh an' blood that's dyin'. I don't care what he's done. I don't care if he has taken the roof from over our heads. My child is worth more than anything else. He'd come if you asked him, he couldn't refuse you know he couldn't, John Upham!"

Once when he was ill I painted the roof of a church entirely by myself; I lay on my back on the scaffold boards all day for a week I was proud of that roof." He paused. "When did you begin painting pictures?" "A friend asked me why I didn't try for the Academie. That started me going to the night schools; I worked every minute I had to get my living as well, of course, so I worked at night.