The things we do!

Whatever you do here, whatever you are, don't try to wheedle me,
nor ask me to see your side, when there is only one side to this.
If any man ever lifted hand or eye to you, I'd kill him. I'll not
give up one jot of the right I've got in you, little as it is--I've
taken the right to hold you here and talk to you. But when you say
you'll not listen to me, then you do run against my side of it, my
man's side of it; and I tell you once more, I'm the owner of this
place. I live here. It's mine. I rule here, over free and
thrall."
With rude strength and pride he swept an arm widely around him,
covering half the circle of the valley. "It's mine!" he said
slowly. "Fit for a king, isn't it? Yes, fit for a queen. It is
almost fit for you."
His hat was in his hand. The breeze of the evening, drawing down
the valley, now somewhat chilled, lifted the loose hair on his
forehead. He stood, big, bulky and strong, like some war lord of
older days. The argument on his lips was that of the day of skins
and stone.


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