mance of his sister's courtship; the high, strident
voice of his mother, that had always reminded him
of her angry red nose -- events familiar, sordid, unlovely,
but now they seemed all of a piece of desirable,
melancholy happiness; they endowed with a
hitherto unsuspected value every board of the rough
footing of the Makimmon dwelling, every rood of
the poor, rocky soil, the weedy grass. He said
aloud, in a subdued, jarring voice, "By God, but
Simmons won't get it!" But the dreary whippoorwills,
the feverish crickets, offered him no confirmation,
no assurance.

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