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  believed the old squire had small spite enough for anything—was
  beginning a mild remonstrance explanatory of the inconvenience
  he should find in having to buy and sell more stock; with;
  “Well;   sir;   I   think   as   it’s   rether   hard   。   。   。”   when   Mrs。   Poyser
  burst in with the desperate determination to have her say out this
  once;   though   it   were   to   rain   notices   to   quit   and   the   only   shelter
  were the workhouse。
  “Then; sir; if I may speak—as; for all I’m a woman; and there’s
  folks as thinks a woman’s fool enough to stan’ by an’ look on while
  the men sign her soul away; I’ve a right to speak; for I make one
  quarter      o’  the   rent;   and    save    another     quarter—I       say;   if  Mr。
  Thurle’s so ready to take farms under you; it’s a pity but what he
  should   take   this; and   see if  he   likes   to live   in   a   house   wi’   all   the
  plagues   o’   Egypt   in’t—wi’   the   cellar   full   o’   water;   and   frogs   and
  toads hoppin’ up the steps by dozens—and the floors   rotten;   and
  the   rats   and   mice   gnawing   every   bit   o’   cheese;   and   runnin’   over
  our heads as we lie i’ bed till we expect ’em to eat us up alive—as
  it’s a mercy they hanna eat the children long ago。 I should like to
  see if there’s another tenant besides Poyser as ’ud put up wi’ never
  having   a   bit   o’   repairs   done   till   a   place   tumbles   down—and   not
  then;   on’y   wi’   begging   and   praying   and   having   to   pay   half—and
  being strung up wi’ the rent as it’s much if he gets enough out o’
  the   land   to   pay;   for   all   he’s   put   his   own   money   into   the   ground
  beforehand。 See if you’ll get a stranger to lead such a life here as
  that: a maggot must be born i’ the rotten cheese to like it; I reckon。
  You   may   run   away   from   my   words;   sir;”   continued   Mrs。   Poyser;
  following      the   old   squire    beyond      the   door—for      after   the    first
  moments of stunned surprise he had got up; and; waving his hand
  towards her with a smile; had walked out towards his pony。 But it
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  was   impossible   for   him   to   get   away   immediately;   for   John   was
  walking the pony  up and down   the   yard;   and  was some   distance
  from the causeway when his master beckoned。
  “You     may    run   away    from    my   words;     sir;  and   you   may    go
  spinnin’ underhand ways o’ doing us a mischief; for you’ve got Old
  Harry to your friend; though nobody else is; but I tell you for once
  as we’re not dumb creatures to be abused and made money on by
  them as ha’ got the lash i’ their hands; for want o’ knowing how t’
  undo the tackle。 An’ if I’m th’ only one as speaks my mind; there’s
  plenty o’ the same way o’ thinking i’ this parish and the next to ’t;
  for your name’s no better than a brimstone match in everybody’s
  nose—if it isna two…three old folks as you think o’ saving your soul
  by giving ’em a bit o’ flannel and a drop o’ porridge。 An’ you may
  be right i’ thinking it’ll take but little to save your soul; for it’ll be
  the smallest savin’ y’ iver made; wi’ all your scrapin’。”
  There are occasions on which two servant…girls and a waggoner
  may be a formidable audience; and as the squire rode away on his
  black pony; even the gift of short…sightedness did not prevent him
  from   being   aware   that   Molly   and   Nancy   and   Tim   were   grinning
  not   far   from   him。   Perhaps   he   suspected   that   sour   old   John   was
  grinning      behind    him—which        was   also   the  fact。  Meanwhile       the
  bull…dog;     the   black…and…tan      terrier;   Alick’s   sheep…dog;     and    the
  gander hissing at a safe distance from the pony’s heels carried out
  the idea of Mrs。 Poyser’s solo in an impressive quartet。
  Mrs。   Poyser;   however;   had   no   sooner   seen   the   pony   move   off
  than    she   turned   round;     gave   the   two   hilarious    damsels     a  look
  which     drove    them    into   the   back   kitchen;    and    unspearing      her
  knitting;   began   to   knit   again   with   her   usual   rapidity   as   she   re…
  entered the house。
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  “Thee’st   done   it   now;”   said   Mr。   Poyser;   a   little   alarmed   and
  uneasy; but not without some triumphant amusement at his wife’s
  outbreak。
  “Yes; I know I’ve done it;” said Mrs。 Poyser; “but  I’ve   had my
  say   out;   and   I  shall   be  th’  easier   for   ’t   all  my   life。  There’s  no
  pleasure     i’  living   if  you’re  to  be  corked     up  for  ever;   and   only
  dribble     your   mind   out   by   the   sly;  like  a  leaky   barrel。   I  shan’t
  repent saying what I think; if I live to be as old as th’ old squire;
  and    there’s    little  likelihood—for      it  seems   as   if  them   as  aren’t
  wanted here are th’ only folks as aren’t wanted i’ th’ other world。”
  “But     thee    wutna      like   moving      from    th’   old   place;    this
  Michaelmas        twelvemonth;”       said   Mr。   Poyser;    “and   going    into  a
  strange parish; where thee know’st nobody。 It’ll be hard upon  us
  both; and upo’ Father too。”
  “Eh; it’s no use worreting; there’s plenty o’ things may happen
  between   this and   Michaelmas   twelvemonth。   The   captain   may   be
  master afore them; for what we know;” said Mrs。 Poyser; inclined
  to take an unusually hopeful view of an embarrassment which had
  been brought  about  by  her  own   merit  and   not  by   other   people’s
  fault。
  “I’m none for worreting;” said Mr。 Poyser; rising from his three…
  cornered chair and walking slowly towards the door; “but I should
  be loath to leave th’ old place; and the parish where I was bred and
  born; and Father afore me。 We should leave our roots behind us; I
  doubt; and niver thrive again。”
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  he barley was all carried at  last; and   the   harvest  suppers
  went     by  without    waiting    for  the  dismal   black    crop  of
  T
  beans。 The apples and nuts were gathered and stored; the
  scent   of   whey   departed   from   the   farm…houses;   and   the   scent   of
  brewing  came in its   stead。   The   woods   behind   the   Chase;   and   all
  the  hedgerow   trees;   took   on   a   solemn   splendour   under   the   dark
  low…hanging       skies。   Michaelmas      was    come;    with   its  fragrant
  basketfuls of purple damsons; and its paler purple daisies; and its
  lads   and   lasses   leaving   or  seeking    service   and   winding    along
  between the yellow hedges; with their  bundles   under  their  arms。
  But    though    Michaelmas      was   come;   Mr。   Thurle;    that  desirable
  tenant; did not come to the Chase Farm; and the old squire; after
  all;  had   been    obliged   to  put   in  a  new    bailiff。  It  was  known
  throughout      the   two  parishes    that   the  squire’s   plan   had   been
  frustrated because the Poysers had refused to be “put upon;” and
  Mrs。 Poyser’s outbreak was discussed in all the farm…houses with a
  zest which was only heightened by frequent repetition。 The news
  that “Bony” was come back from Egypt was comparatively insipid;
  and the repulse of the French in Italy was nothing to Mrs。 Poyser’s
  repulse of the old squire。 Mr。 Irwine   had   heard   a   version   of  it  in
  every   parishioner’s   house;   with   the   one   exception   of   the   Chase。
  But    since   he   had   always;   with   marvellous     skill;  avoided   any
  quarrel    with   Mr。   Donnithorne;     he   could   not  allow   himself   the
  pleasure of laughing at the old gentleman’s discomfiture with any
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  one   besides   his   mother;   who   declared   that   if   she   were   rich   she
  should like to allow Mrs。 Poyser a pension for life; and wanted to
  invite her to the parsonage that she might hear an account of the
  scene from Mrs。 P