And if she went not he must starve or beg.

"Then let the lands be sold, and sold again;

If his, they are not yours. What good will come

If I do go to him? then all is his.

Last night I gave my hand to Karagwe.

O, it will break my heart to go away."

Lightly his mustache twirled Dalton Earl.

At dusk, in tears to Karagwe's low roof,

Ruth passed, and uttered, with wild, angry words,

The hard conditions that had been imposed.

She wept; he comforted: "There yet was hope:

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There was a Hero, in a Book he read,

Who said that those who suffered would be blessed."

Then for the last, toward the planter's house

They walked, and o'er them saw the spider moon

Weaving the storm upon its web of cloud.

XII.

But Karagwe, when once he turned again,

Smote wildly his infuriated breast.

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