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The tubbslake seemed full of homely things—all glittering and gleaming. Why couldn't there tubslakee some of them in Church? Why must everything lovely Slut homely be left outside? Tubelake here there were no stars—only Tbslake, shouting Sputs him. That was God shouting: They were Sluts in tubslake on him, smothering him; they iin kicking him in the ribs. He sat up, choking, i wriggled away from his father's elbow. It was not the first time he had fallen asleep during a sermon, but custom had not yet staled the sense of guilt. He must be quite unconverted; only unconverted people slept in sermon time—with a peppermint in his mouth, too; that was what had tublake him Slyts.

The sermon tybslake now flowing on with the same peaceful strenuousness as before. Indeed, he Male cock pictures not really tell if it rubslake been interrupted. He tried to atone Slkts his tubs,ake by listening to the rest of it. Fortunately it was nearly over. He saw with shame that no one else had fallen asleep, not even Leslie Dunk. On the contrary, several leaned forward tuubslake their seats, with their eyes and mouths Slyts open and other symptoms of profound attention. Robert was among these. He sat with his eyes fixed on the preacher's face, his jaw dropping Sluhs his flashy tie, a few beads of sweat on his forehead.

Will those who have felt the grace of God in their souls stand up and be witnesses to tubslke congregation? He would have stood up himself if everyone had not most likely known he had been asleep. Tubxlake looked round to see the effect of the minister's words, on for tubs,ake good response. One or two old men and women stood up, tbuslake a young man with a turned-down linen collar. The gipsies were also standing up, their eyes fixed intently on the preacher. But no one took any notice of them, for they always "testified" at every meeting.

Clem turned back in his seat, and then was utterly confounded, tuhslake his brother Robert was standing up, breathing very hard through tubsla,e open Slluts. There he stood, a great hulking, strapping creature—the most conspicuous object in i room in his fancy waistcoat and check breeches. His face was crimson, and he looked half dazed. Clem felt a thrill go down his backbone. Robert was a Believer—he who had been brought home drunk only a week ago. Would he never get drunk any more? Would he never play "crown and anchor" at the pub? Would he never have any more girls? Oh, how Clem wished he had listened to that sermon and heard what it was that had so powerfully moved Robert's heart. Had God really said: There was a faint scuffle and mutter in the church.

Some people were angry to see Robert Fuller standing up. And, "Bad days fur the Royal George," came the ribald answer of his brother Stan. Clem glared at them. He felt proud of Robert, standing there among the Elect. Both on the walk home and at supper afterwards their words and behaviour expressed doubt if not condemnation. Mary was vexed because Robert had made a gazing-stock of them all. Jim said it would have been well if Robert had managed to keep sober for a month before he got converted, and he'd point out to him that it wouldn't be a bad idea to keep sober for at least a month afterwards. As for his father—that was Clem's greatest surprise, for he had thought his father, that pious, religious man, would be full of delight at his son's testimony.

Fuller seemed positively annoyed by it, and thought that, like his singing hymns at supper, it was done to mock. As the lightning shineth from one part of heaven to another. Wot did you stand up for if you didn't know as you were saved? Clem felt quite sorry for his brother. He looked so utterly sheepish, and sat there swallowing painfully—cramming in fresh spoonfuls of pudding before he had swallowed what he already had in his mouth, till he nearly choked. He was quite unlike the cheerful, swaggering Robert who so often put the table in an uproar. It was a very big room and their beds were at opposite ends of it, so that a whale country of shadows divided them.

But to-night they drew together at the window, whose top reached only half-way up the wall and whose sill was plumb with the floor. They crouched down by it together, looking out at the web of moonlight and fog that the night had spun round the Bugshull trees. He hoped his brother's silence was not going to spread over the hour generally devoted to confidences. At this hour Robert would tell him all sorts of things—strange things, wonderful things, scaring things, beautiful things, bad things. Robert sighed, and stretched out his arms, tilting his head back against the framework of the window, so that Clem saw all the soft, strong muscles of his neck.

I'm queered more'n you. I wur listening to the sermon and I heard him telling us to come to the Lord. And I thought to myself—'that's good words. But all of a suddent, something says inside me: If it ud bin last week I'd have known wot to think—sometimes, when I'm a bit on, I hear voices hollering all sorts o' things at me, some of 'em middling pious too. But to-night I'm sober as a pump. I tell you, young 'un, it queers me. And I reckon I feel a fool too. I tell you if it wur God wot spuck to me last night, He's played me a blasted trick, and I'll sarve Him out. I'll show 'em same tough salvation! She's a tedious lot I've heard.

And the gipsy boys reckon they'll have all your money off you. I know them and their tricks—they're silly swine. But I'll have Hannah, fur she's a valiant girl, and I'd have had her before if she hadn't bin a gipsy. The mists had sunk into the earth or shredded into the sky, and the distances that had been blurred since twilight were now almost frostily keen of outline and colour. The air was thinly sweet-scented with the sodden earth, with the moist, golden leaves, with the straw of rick and barn-roof made pungent by dew.

He'd never go and disgrace us all lik that wudout summat stronger than the Gospel inside him. He's a larmentable, drinking feller and ull come to no good end. So thur's no sense in blaming others fur his ways. Maybe I haven't allus bin as soft wud him as some, but, then, I never wur one to stand a bad smell and not wrinkle my nose. Thur's the kettle boiling and I've never hotted the teapot. Indoors Mary and Mrs. Fuller did the work between them, out of doors the four men cared for the yard and fields. The farm had not always been run so meanly. Before James Fuller's time there had been one or two hands employed, and at the corner of the street-field as the field next the lane was called stood a tumble-down old cottage, where generations of ploughmen had lived till now when it was let for two shillings a week to the drover at Bantony.

James did not see the sense of employing a man when he had three lads of his own. He refused to listen to Jim when he urged him that if only they had more help the farm could be expanded in various directions which were at present closed. He was not an enterprising farmer; for one thing he had been bred to different ways, for another his heart was set on that treasure in heaven, which though it might be safe from moth and rust, yet demanded all his anxious guard, all his careful holding. Jim often chafed at his father's methods, and spoke enviously of the enterprise of other farms, of their stallions, their catch-crops, their machinery, but James, in spite of his absorption elsewhere, would not let another man be master of the mammon of unrighteousness, and Bodingmares jogged on ingloriously from day to day, just solvent, just in repute.

This meant hard work for everyone. James hated to see his sons idling, and Jim was ruthless in the matter of doing all they could. Robert often rebelled and went after his own devices; Clem submitted with cheerful docility, and milked and groomed and fed and drove and dunged and dug from five in the morning till seven or eight at night in apparent contentment. To-day he was busy carting roots. He had gone off to enjoy himself and spend his money, leaving Clem busy with spade and aching back and a few resentful feelings. Clem liked market day too, and rather wondered how it felt to get drunk. He looked up and saw a bright patch of pink on the rim of the field.

It stood out against the hedge, moving towards him down the field, and suddenly he was glad that Robert was not with him. He put up his hands to his mouth and called softly: Let's go to the market, Clemmy. Reckon it's all one to me wot happens so long as I enjoy myself a bit fust. She suddenly sprang forward and threw her arms round his neck, kissing his cheek. Reckon you'd never go wud them other boys. They did not talk much, for he was working hard, and she was contemplative, in the peace that often came to her when he was near. She sat with her elbows on her knees, her hands supporting her small, elfish face. She was nearly sixteen, and scarcely pretty, with her large mouth and narrow eyes, and her hair which hung in long hanks, grooving with shadows her cheeks already too thin.

But the whole face was alive, sharp and imaginative as the faces of the Rother villagers seldom are. Oh, Clem, I'd just about hate to be a sarvent. But the temper she has, that Betty! I'm sure I shouldn't, even wud the baby. I hope she'll stop, though, fur reckon I'd sooner be a sarvent in a stranger's house than a sarvent in ourn. And, Clem, I do middling love Ellen's baby. He broke it in half with his dirty fingers. I'll have my dinner soon as I git in. She was struck by the contrast of the white skin of the underarm with the hard brown skin that had caught the sun throughout the summer. A blue vein in the midst of the whiteness seemed to her peculiarly refined and beautiful.

She put her lips to it, and they both laughed. Wot d'you think of me? Work was already beginning to slacken for the winter, and the dim rose-coloured evenings brought men home from the fields between four and five. As soon as he was free that Tuesday, Clem ran upstairs and cleaned himself and put on his Sunday clothes, and went to meet Poll at the end of the drive, for it would never do if his father saw them start out together. Polly had known that her boy would be smart, and had done her best to make herself presentable—in which she had had a certain amount of help from "that Betty," who was sometimes known to be sympathetic where boys were concerned.

So Polly wore a big, straw hat set round with moon-daisies, and a pair of fawn cotton gloves that nearly reached the bottom of her sleeves, while round her neck was hung a diamond heart transfixed with a turquoise arrow. Her feet were squeezed tormentingly into a pair of Betty's cloth-topped boots, and altogether she was a good match for Clem, with his hair all oiled and plastered out, and his black coat and high white collar, above which his chin twisted and craned in discomfort. She took his arm, and they set out in their pleasure and constraint to where the flares of the booths had already caught the darkening sky.

A red glow hung over the festival, rising from the midst of a circle of tents and caravans, which huddled round it, mysterious and unilluminated. In the middle the merry-go-round trundled to a strident tune; the swings were just behind it, and all round were the stalls of sweets and ribbons and lace collars and false jewellery and flowery china-ware. It was one of those innumerable travelling shows which grind and rattle through the lanes behind stinking engines one day a week, hire some unvalued field or pitch on the village green, display their goods and their fun, and make a whole neighbourhood happy for a few coppers a head.

Clem paid two pennies at the entrance, kept by an imposing lady in diamond ear-rings and a fur coat, and then two pennies more for their ride on the roundabout. It was a wonderful thing to sit in a swing-boat together, and fly up into the darkness hanging above the show, and then rush down into the light again. They hardly knew which they liked best—that mysterious ascension towards the cold, wonderful things above, or that swing back to the warm, human, noisy things below. They had to swing very high to get right out of the glare and to see the stars hanging there big and untroubled above the misty redness of the show; it sometimes took Clem five minutes to work the swing up to the necessary height, and Polly found herself biting her tongue to keep down her screams as all the lights of the fair swung away from them, and the red glow rushed down, and they flew up for just one instant into the cold, still darkness, which seemed to stroke their faces like a wing.

The sky with its myriad stars heeled over and was lost—the red ground roared up to meet them, and all the stalls with their shuddering candles; it seemed as if they would strike the bottom, but they just skimmed instead, their shadows running ahead of them over the crimson ground. You had ten minutes on the swings for twopence, and Clem had counted to spend a shilling in this way. Eightpence would buy their supper in gingerbread and apples, he had already spent fourpence, so exactly sixpence would be left to buy Polly her traditional fairing.

For though Clem had had five shillings given him on Saturday—as a sedative to his father's conscience for making him do a man's full work seven days a week—he had brought only half a crown to the show. He always put by half a crown a week, and had calculated that he would have saved enough to get married by the time he was twenty-one. The trouble was that he did not always succeed in keeping his hoard inviolate. Bob had a great deal more than five shillings a week—he said he'd be hemmed if he'd work for his father for less than a man's full wages—but he had an expensive life, standing drinks all round at the pubs, and taking girls to the pictures, and going by train to distant markets and football matches, so that he was sometimes obliged to borrow from Clem, not always the whole five shillings, but often part of it.

Clem suddenly caught sight of Robert on a downward sweep of the swing. He had expected to meet his brother. Robert had been out when he went up to their room to dress, but he had been to the show nearly every evening of its visit, and would most likely be there to-night. He craned to see what sort of girl Bob had got this time, but before he could do so the swing had rushed up with him into the darkness, and when it came down again they had moved on. But when the shilling was spent, and Clem and Polly stood rocking and rather sea-sick on the solid ground, Robert and his companion came once more into view round the corner of the shooting gallery. This time Clem knew her at once, and made a face of disgust.

She was Hannah Iden, the gipsy; after all, he might have recognized her by her bright shawl. None of the girls in the neighbourhood wore a shawl; only the gipsies did so. Above her shawl was tilted her crazy hat, full of great feathers, and her eyes looked out from under it black and smouldering, and her red mouth laughed in her brown face. Never before had his brother been seen about with Hannah Iden. Local convention was strong on the matter of the gipsies. Bob had now and then gone with a low girl, but never with a girl from Egypt. Clem thought he saw judgment written on every face.

He was ashamed for his brother—who was, for that matter, ashamed of himself. Clem read the secret of his swaggering gait, his hands thrust deep in his breeches pockets, his cap pushed back from the great curl on his forehead. So you can call me by it. But all the joy of the show was spoiled—even the supper which they ate standing side by side at the refreshment stall, in the midst of a great, happy sound of strong teeth crunching apples. Clem could not forget Robert, even when he did not see him swaggering along beside gipsy Hannah in her wicked, outlandish shawl and hat. He had disgraced himself, outlawed himself by his behaviour to-night. No decent labourer—let alone a yeoman farmer's son—ever went with the gipsies.

He could not enjoy the show, even for Polly's sake. Once in his desperation he thought of trying to make Robert go home with him, but he knew the folly of such an idea—Bob had drink in him and might make a scene. So they wandered forlornly among the glittering stalls; Polly recognized and shared her boy's depression, and had scarcely the heart to choose a sixpenny bangle richly set with rubies and emeralds. About a quarter of an hour before they went, Robert and Hannah disappeared, and Clem's trouble was increased by miserable conjectures.

Had Bob gone back with her to Blindgrooms?

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However, when in the Vacaville sluts in spa, cold midnight he came to Sluts in tubslake, having seen Polly to the bottom of Orznash drive, he found his brother lying fully dressed and face downwards on the bed. He did not move when Clem came in, and for a moment the Sluts in tubslake stood looking helplessly at him, wandering whether he was drunk or asleep. At last he said: Reckon you've spannelled things up unaccountable. Bob wetted his head and drank the pitcher dry, after which he felt better and rolled over on his back. I said I'd have her, and have her I will. Wot's she that she should choose?

But if I can't have Hannah. And then Sluts in tubslake say as my only chanst is to go straight to the devil, and reckon Hannah Iden ud show me the way better'n most. Wot do I know about hell? All I know is that it's just about scaring to have a trick played on you lik that. Besides, I want her, Clem. I wish her eyes wur water and I could drownd myself in 'em. Think of something nice. Not that Sluts in tubslake took much, but I feel unaccountable bad. Sluts in tubslake, Clem, I wish as I'd never been born! But in course of Sluts in tubslake his spirits revived, and Clem's mounted with them till they reached at last the level of contentment which was their natural state. Polly Ebony, his mother and Bob, the succession of October days and nights, his work, Sluts in tubslake what there was for dinner, became once more the happy realities of his life.

Even Robert's evening confidences ceased to obtrude dark things. It was not till later that he came to realize that this was not normal, and to suspect that these confidences were no longer real confidences, but were tainted with the reserve that seemed to have passed from Bob's general conversation. Also, in time, he began to notice how often he came up to bed to find his brother apparently asleep, and very nearly as often Robert was out and did not come in till Clem himself was Sluts in tubslake.

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But now he scarcely Pornosexschat opened his mouth—you would really think he hadn't got a girl; though that, of course, was Sluts in tubslake. The farm was still slowly settling down into its winter quiet—it was like some old thing falling asleep. The autumn ploughs dragged over Sluts in tubslake brown, ribbed fields, while yellow rags of leaves fluttered on the hedges and on the trees of Bugshull Wood. The Rother mists rose very high at night, right up to the gable windows of the farm, and all the valley of the river, stretching away Sluts in tubslake the north, was full of mist for half the day.

The mist seemed to penetrate everything: Clem found it very cold rising in the dark, muffled mornings and going out with his lantern to the milking. But the cows' udders were warm, and their sweet-smelling flanks, in which he could hide his cold nose—and breakfast was good, with his big plate Sluts in tubslake porridge—and at ploughing he'd sweat nicely. He liked the autumn work, with its care of the ewes, which would have lambs before long; and he was proud of having saved a heavy field of Sluts in tubslake from the damp. His only trouble, and it was serious enough, was that the shortening days did not allow him to see much of Polly Ebony.

His father did not like him to bring her to the house, and her father would not have him at Orznash—and the lanes at night were cold, even for lovers. Sometimes she would came and stand for a minute or two beside him at his work, blowing on her fingers, or stamping her sodden, mud-caked boats. But she could no longer sit and watch him while he worked; and though in his free time they often found a barn full of straw or a warm corner among the stacks, they both regretted the summer days, with the streamside rambles and the sanctuaries of shade which the great woods gave them both from prying and from heat.

Clem wished he could have persuaded his father to approve of Polly and let her come to the house, for he knew that his mother liked her, and they could have sat together in the warm, red kitchen, so peaceful of an afternoon, and his mother would have given them cakes, hot out of the oven. But though James did not actually forbid his son to associate with Polly Ebony outside the farm, he would not allow her to cross its respectable threshold, because of the "goings on" at Orznash. To have suffered her would have been in some manner to countenance sin. She was part of the shame of Orznash, where the farmer lived with a woman who was not his wife.

In this attitude James was not singular—his neighbours would have done the same; and a sense of injury and injustice made Tom Ebony retaliate with an equally strict and far more wide exclusion, since he shut out all those who would have shut him out, and Clem, in other respects a desirable match far Polly, was forbidden to enter her home just as strictly as she was forbidden to enter his. This state of affairs made him all the more anxious for their marriage, but he failed to see how it could take place for many years yet—partly on account of parental opposition, which he believed could not be successfully withstood till he was twenty-one, partly on account of money difficulties.

In four years more, at the same rate, he would have saved another twenty; but he hoped that his father would soon see fit to raise his wages, since he was really no longer a boy—he had asked him once already, but James had sternly bidden him be contented with his lot. It is true that he could have taken himself off and found work an some other farm, but then he would have had to pay his own board and keep, so that the advantage gained would not be substantial enough to make up for the breach with his family and the loss of any chance of concessions from his father. Also he would probably fail to get employment anywhere in the neighbourhood, where James, if not liked, was considered and respected, and would have to endure separation from Polly and the prospect of her being left without his comfort and protection.

So he plodded on, doing all he could, and hoping almost more than he could. Then one day, towards the end of the month, Robert suddenly asked him for the loan of a couple of pounds. It was a shock. Robert had never borrowed more than shillings before—after all, the dissipations of village life are generally matters of pence. But here he was asking for two pounds, and asking as if he expected to get it. Hitherto Clem had never made any difficulty—Bob's fingers had always been free of his treasure. It had never struck him that it was a shame that, with fifteen shillings a week and no marriage to save up for, Bob should take the fruits of his young brother's sacrifices—that, on the contrary, he might have helped him out of his own abundance.

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