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Show WORTHING FARM/9 Alana in marriage. Since then he had never come to the boundary of Worthing Farm and thought to cross it. He didn't know how much he hated Worthing Farm. He thought he loved it. He remembered all of this as he stood staring at the door. His sons were still watching him, puzzled at his silence. He didn't stir until the door opened and Alana stepped out. Their eyes met, and slowly Elijah realized that she had packed a bundle to carry with her. Defiantly she stepped past him to the boys. "Come on, boys. We're going." Elijah caught her arm before she could take a step. "Going?" "Out of here. You've lost your mind." "You're not going." "We're going, Elijah, and you're not stopping us! We're going to Big Peter's inn where my children can live and I can live and you can stay on Worthing Farm and rot with the plants-" He realized as the blood crept down from her lip that he had hit her. She lay on the ground, and tears came from her eyes. I'm sorry, he said silently. She didn't hear him. She never did. Alana got up slowly, picked up her bundle, and took Worin's hand. "Come, Worin, John, we're leaving." They started to walk across the field. Elijah followed, took her by the arm. She pulled away. He seized her shoulders, and as she struggled he got a firm grip on her waist and half-carried, half-dragged her back to the house. Soundlessly she struggled, |