While the Government ploughed up his land without leave, the Socialists would strip him of it altogether.

Well, nothing for it but to _fight_! If one went down, one went down--but at least honourably.
In the _Times_ that morning there was a report of a case in the north, a landowner fined L100, for letting a farm go to waste for the game's sake.

And Miss Bremerton had been holding up the like fate to him that morning--because of Holme Wood.

A woman of parts that!--too clever!--a disputatious creature, whom a man would like to put down.

But it wasn't easy; she slipped out of your grip--gave you unexpected tits for tats.