You have such masses of timber! And, if you don't sell, you may find it commandeered.

You know what's happened to Lord Radley ?' The Squire sulkily demanded to be informed.

Elizabeth told the story, standing at his desk, like a clerk making a report.

It seemed to enrage her auditor.
'This _accursed_ war!' he broke out, when she had finished--'it makes slaves and idiots of us all.

It must--it shall end!' And marching tempestuously up and down, he went off into one of the pessimist and pacifist harangues to which she was more or less accustomed.