I suffer it over with every breath.

It is never entirely out of my mind.

Oh Man, if only you would lift her from the horrible place she lies, where briers run riot and cattle trample and the unmerciful sun beats! Oh if only you'd lift her from it, and bring her here! I believe it would take away some of the horror, the shame, and the heartache.

I believe I could go to sleep without hearing the voice of her suffering, if I knew she was lying on this hill, under your beautiful tree, close the dear mother you love.

Oh Man, would you---- ?" The Harvester crushed the Girl in his arms and shuddering sobs shook his big frame, and choked his voice.
"Ruth, for God's sake, be quiet!" he cried.