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Osterman
,
ubiquitous
as
ever
,
resplendent
in
his
boots
and
English
riding
breeches
,
moved
about
between
the
groups
,
keeping
up
an
endless
flow
of
talk
,
cracking
jokes
,
winking
,
nudging
,
gesturing
,
putting
his
tongue
in
his
cheek
,
never
at
a
loss
for
a
reply
,
playing
the
goat
.
“
That
josher
,
Osterman
,
always
at
his
monkey
-
shines
,
but
a
good
fellow
for
all
that
;
brainy
too
.
Nothing
stuck
up
about
him
either
,
like
Magnus
Derrick
.
”
“
Everything
all
right
,
Buck
?
”
inquired
Osterman
,
coming
up
to
where
Annixter
,
Hilma
and
Mrs
.
Derrick
were
sitting
down
to
their
lunch
.
“
Yes
,
yes
,
everything
right
.
But
we
’
ve
no
cork
-
screw
.
”
“
No
screw
-
cork
—
no
scare
-
crow
?
Here
you
are
,
”
and
he
drew
from
his
pocket
a
silver
-
plated
jack
-
knife
with
a
cork
-
screw
attachment
.
Harran
and
Presley
came
up
,
bearing
between
them
a
great
smoking
,
roasted
portion
of
beef
just
off
the
fire
.
Hilma
hastened
to
put
forward
a
huge
china
platter
.
Osterman
had
a
joke
to
crack
with
the
two
boys
,
a
joke
that
was
rather
broad
,
but
as
he
turned
about
,
the
words
almost
on
his
lips
,
his
glance
fell
upon
Hilma
herself
,
whom
he
had
not
seen
for
more
than
two
months
.
She
had
handed
Presley
the
platter
,
and
was
now
sitting
with
her
back
against
the
tree
,
between
two
boles
of
the
roots
.
The
position
was
a
little
elevated
and
the
supporting
roots
on
either
side
of
her
were
like
the
arms
of
a
great
chair
—
a
chair
of
state
.
She
sat
thus
,
as
on
a
throne
,
raised
above
the
rest
,
the
radiance
of
the
unseen
crown
of
motherhood
glowing
from
her
forehead
,
the
beauty
of
the
perfect
woman
surrounding
her
like
a
glory
.
And
the
josh
died
away
on
Osterman
’
s
lips
,
and
unconsciously
and
swiftly
he
bared
his
head
.
Something
was
passing
there
in
the
air
about
him
that
he
did
not
understand
,
something
,
however
,
that
imposed
reverence
and
profound
respect
.
For
the
first
time
in
his
life
,
embarrassment
seized
upon
him
,
upon
this
joker
,
this
wearer
of
clothes
,
this
teller
of
funny
stories
,
with
his
large
,
red
ears
,
bald
head
and
comic
actor
’
s
face
.
He
stammered
confusedly
and
took
himself
away
,
for
the
moment
abstracted
,
serious
,
lost
in
thought
.
By
now
everyone
was
eating
.
It
was
the
feeding
of
the
People
,
elemental
,
gross
,
a
great
appeasing
of
appetite
,
an
enormous
quenching
of
thirst
.
Quarters
of
beef
,
roasts
,
ribs
,
shoulders
,
haunches
were
consumed
,
loaves
of
bread
by
the
thousands
disappeared
,
whole
barrels
of
wine
went
down
the
dry
and
dusty
throats
of
the
multitude
.
Conversation
lagged
while
the
People
ate
,
while
hunger
was
appeased
.
Everybody
had
their
fill
.
One
ate
for
the
sake
of
eating
,
resolved
that
there
should
be
nothing
left
,
considering
it
a
matter
of
pride
to
exhibit
a
clean
plate
.
After
dinner
,
preparations
were
made
for
games
.
