Come life, come death, she, too would never yield.

And she realised now that he would never yield.
She was faint with weariness, and would be glad to get to bed and sleep.
Aaron meanwhile had walked across the country and was looking for a place to rest.

He found a cornfield with a half-built stack, and sheaves in stook.

Ten to one some tramp would have found the stack.

He threw a dozen sheaves together and lay down, looking at the stars in the September sky.