Тесс з роду д’Ербервілей

Chapter 17

           

           “Oh,ifyecanswallerthat,beitso,”hesaidindifferently,whileholdingupthepailthatshesippedfrom.“’TiswhatIhain’ttouchedforyearsnotI.Rotthestuff;itwouldlieinmyinnerdslikelead.Youcantryyourhanduponshe,”hepursued,noddingtothenearestcow.“Notbutwhatshedomilkratherhard.We’vehardonesandwe’veeasyones,likeotherfolks.However,you’llfindoutthatsoonenough.”

           WhenTesshadchangedherbonnetforahood,andwasreallyonherstoolunderthecow,andthemilkwassquirtingfromherfistsintothepail,sheappearedtofeelthatshereallyhadlaidanewfoundationforherfuture.Theconvictionbredserenity,herpulseslowed,andshewasabletolookabouther.

           Themilkersformedquitealittlebattalionofmenandmaids,themenoperatingonthehard-teatedanimals,themaidsonthekindliernatures.Itwasalargedairy.TherewerenearlyahundredmilchersunderCrick’smanagement,alltold;andoftheherdthemaster-dairymanmilkedsixoreightwithhisownhands,unlessawayfromhome.Thesewerethecowsthatmilkedhardestofall;forhisjourney-milkmenbeingmoreorlesscasuallyhired,hewouldnotentrustthishalf-dozentotheirtreatment,lest,fromindifference,theyshouldnotmilkthemfully;nortothemaids,lesttheyshouldfailinthesamewayforlackoffinger-grip;withtheresultthatincourseoftimethecowswould“goazew”thatis,dryup.

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