"He IS a disgraceful object,

In eleven long years John Bergson had made but little impression upon the wild land he had come to tame.

It was from facing this vast hardness that the boy's mouth had become so bitter; because he felt that men were too weak to make any mark here, that the land wanted to be let alone, to preserve its own fierce strength, its peculiar, savage kind of beauty, its uninterrupted mournfulness.

that we suddenly found we were rich, just from sitting still.

until the instinct to

The trouble is you almost have to marry a man before

She had felt as if her heart were hiding down there, somewhere, with the quail and the plover and all the little wild things that crooned or buzzed in the sun.

Her personal life, her own realization of herself, was almost a subconscious existence; like an underground river that came to the surface only here and there, at intervals months apart, and then sank again to flow on under her own fields.

live had torn itself and bled and weakened for the last time, until the chain secured a dead woman, who might cautiously be released.