anapped. I would not have our aeighboura know it. As he went indoors the ancient devilry of the feud got
... tooth for tooth, he would take toll from Christopher for the misery he was suffering. lle went through the warmth of the kitchen. Smell of the oatcake drying overhead—glow of the peata on a hearth that had watched him dandle his baby-sons on his knees—these ...