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his nature enabled him to view the ruins with composure.
After a while he would build the house again. The image of Evelyn, as she
had stood, dark-eyed and pale, with the flowers pressed to her bosom, he
put from him. He knew her strength of soul; and with the curious hardness
of the strong toward the strong, and also not without the delicacy which,
upon occasion, he could both feel and exhibit, he shut the door upon that
hour in the forest.

He had left the woods, and was now riding through a field of newly planted
tobacco. It and the tobacco house in the midst of it were silent,
deserted, bathed in the late sunshine. The ground rose slightly, and when
he had mounted with it he saw below him the huddle of cabins which formed
the ridge quarter, and winding down to it a string of negroes. One turned
his head, and saw the solitary horseman upon the summit of the slope
behind him; another looked, and another, until each man in line had his
head over his shoulder. They knew that the horseman was their master. Some
had been upon the plantation when he was a boy; others were more recent
acquisitions who knew not his face; but alike they grinned and ducked. The
white man walking beside the line took off his hat and pulled a forelock.
Haward raised his hand that they might know he saw, and rode on.

Another piece of woods where a great number of felled trees cumbered the
ground, more tobacco, and then, in worn fields where the tobacco had been,
knee-deep wheat rippling in the evening breeze. The wheat ran down to a
marsh, and to a wide, slow creek that, save in the shadow of its reedy
banks, was blue as the sky above. Haward, riding slowly beside his green
fields and still waters, noted with quiet, half-regretful pleasure this or
that remembered feature of the landscape. There had been little change.
Here, where he remembered deep woods, tobacco was planted; there, where
the tobacco had been, were now fields of wheat or corn, or wild tangles of
vine-rid saplings and brushwood: but for this i

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