ONE:They could not help wondering at his strenuousness, his unlimited capacity for work, though they failed to understand or sympathise with the object that inspired them. Blackman, grumbling and perplexed, had gone off early in March to the milder energies of Raisins Farm; Becky, for want of a place, had married the drover at Kitchenhour¡ªand it was no empty boast of[Pg 34] Reuben's that he would take the greater part of their work on his own shoulders. From half-past four in the morning till nine at night he laboured almost without rest. He drove the cows to pasture, milked them, and stalled them¡ªhe followed the plough over the spring-sown crops, he groomed and watered the horses, he fed the fowls, watched the clutches, fattened capons for market¡ªhe cleaned the pigsty, and even built a new one in a couple of strenuous days¡ªhe bent his back over his spade among the roots, over his barrow, wheeling loads of manure¡ªhe was like a man who has been starved and at last finds a square meal before him. He had all the true workman's rewards¡ªthe heart-easing ache of tired muscles, the good bath of sweat in the sun's heat, the delicious sprawl, every sinew limp and throbbing, in his bed at nights¡ªand then sleep, dreamless, healing, making new."Oh, I could try! Do you want a picture of Boarzell?"
TWO:Tilly cleared the table and began to prepare the dinner. She had promised the boys a bag pudding, and must start it early. She had not been cooking more than half an hour when the door opened, and Richard came in, dressed in a neat black suit with a stiff Gladstone collar. His hair was nicely brushed, and he carried a pair of gloves and a little valise."I expect I could¡ªnot really well, you know, just something like this."
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