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Wilson leaned against the bench and waited. He knew that Billy had brought him into the shed to speak of other things than decoys.,"Because He didn't have no boat!","The value of its wages, sir, will depend upon its length," interrupted Mr Lawrence.,Stanhope sank back on his box, his relaxed nerves throbbing and his lips forming the words: "Thank God!","No, crow black birds are too lazy to build nests. They take the first nest comes handy.","Well, there's the Proctors, five families of 'em an' every last one of 'em a brother to the other.","You see them?" she asked with sinister calmness, pointing to a patched and clay-stained pair of trousers on the floor beside her chair. "Them's Willium's. He's jest gone to bed an' I ordered him to throw 'em down to be patched.",Billy blew out the lamp and went through the motions of undressing. He removed one shoe, let it fall on the floor, waited an interval and let the same shoe fall again. Then he put it back on. By and by he lay down and gave a long, weary sigh. Then he held his breath and listened.,He would lapse into silence, sucking his pipe, and watching Erie putting away the supper-dishes.,He knew why. She had told him. God, Destiny, Fate, had come between her and the man she loved. The man had lost more than life in playing the part of a man. He was blind! Behind him were only memories that could not be buried. Before him only darkness, bleakness, despair. And he had done an heroic thing in giving her up. Helpless, powerless to support her, what else was there for him to do? So, in his love for her, he had dug a grave and in it buried Hope and all that God in His wise ordinance had allowed him to live and feel. And they had kissed and parted, kneeling beside this grave, cold lips to cold lips, broken heart to broken heart. It was the kiss on the cross which each must carry.,At supper time Billy's appetite had not returned. He did make something of a pretense at eating but it did not deceive the eyes of his watchful mother, who for reasons of her own restrained herself from making any reference to his mopishness.,"Well, you go along to the milkhouse an' lick the cream off a pan of milk. It'll settle that Injun turnip quick.".