A man's patience sometimes simply snapped. We'll be the first to graze cattle on it. All his life he had lived amid trees and had given little thought to what a comfort they were. Otherwise we'll have to work at night, and I hate to waste the coal oil.
But he stood while Clara sobbed against his side. It was a puzzle to him that such a thing could happen, for it was true she had become rather bony and her face had thinned too much, and certainly she was as taxing as a woman could be. This goddamn country has burned up my tears. The young man was fair and the sun had blistered him beet-red; his young wife had a bonnet pulled close about her face.
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