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than I could Lave done ; you've hit the nail on the 



very head," said the other. "I don't know how 



it is, Greening, but these dark misty mornings bring 

 some thoughts into my mind that I hardly know 

 how to tell exactly as I feel them. But this I 

 know, that some of the thoughts they bring make 

 me shrink from the very sight of a man that looks 

 at nothing but the Wheat stubbles. I'd as soon 

 ride this mare straight into the knacker's yard " 



"Lor'bleshye, Sir!" 



"Well you understand me; it's but a young 

 one, certainly, for that last journey ; but I should 

 feel less sin or shame in that, than in letting a farm 

 to a man who looks at the stubbles first, and the 

 Turnip-fields afterward, or not at all. The knacker 

 has an eye for a horse " 



" For the dogs " 



" Exactly ! and so have some men for a farm. It 

 does seem to me strange that all these pamphlet- 

 writers and law-makers should have omitted this 

 but I forgot I am afraid you and I are not quite 

 on the same bench in that question." 



" Ah ! do n't 'e say so ! I should like, uncommon, 

 to have a bit of a talk with you, though, about that* 

 It beats me entirely when I hear tell that you 

 ar'n't that you go with them there Free-tra " 



