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5
×
30
=
150
quarters
=
500
L
.
3
×
40
=
120
quarters
=
250
L
.
–
–
–
–
Total
.
.
750
L
.
Seven
hundred
and
fifty
pounds
in
the
divinest
form
that
money
can
wear
—
that
of
necessary
food
for
man
and
beast
:
should
the
risk
be
run
of
deteriorating
this
bulk
of
corn
to
less
than
half
its
value
,
because
of
the
instability
of
a
woman
?
"
Never
,
if
I
can
prevent
it
!
"
said
Gabriel
.
Such
was
the
argument
that
Oak
set
outwardly
before
him
.
But
man
,
even
to
himself
,
is
a
palimpsest
,
having
an
ostensible
writing
,
and
another
beneath
the
lines
.
It
is
possible
that
there
was
this
golden
legend
under
the
utilitarian
one
:
"
I
will
help
to
my
last
effort
the
woman
I
have
loved
so
dearly
.
"
He
went
back
to
the
barn
to
endeavour
to
obtain
assistance
for
covering
the
ricks
that
very
night
.
All
was
silent
within
,
and
he
would
have
passed
on
in
the
belief
that
the
party
had
broken
up
,
had
not
a
dim
light
,
yellow
as
saffron
by
contrast
with
the
greenish
whiteness
outside
,
streamed
through
a
knot
-
hole
in
the
folding
doors
.
Gabriel
looked
in
.
An
unusual
picture
met
his
eye
.
The
candles
suspended
among
the
evergreens
had
burnt
down
to
their
sockets
,
and
in
some
cases
the
leaves
tied
about
them
were
scorched
.
Many
of
the
lights
had
quite
gone
out
,
others
smoked
and
stank
,
grease
dropping
from
them
upon
the
floor
.
Here
,
under
the
table
,
and
leaning
against
forms
and
chairs
in
every
conceivable
attitude
except
the
perpendicular
,
were
the
wretched
persons
of
all
the
work
-
folk
,
the
hair
of
their
heads
at
such
low
levels
being
suggestive
of
mops
and
brooms
.
In
the
midst
of
these
shone
red
and
distinct
the
figure
of
Sergeant
Troy
,
leaning
back
in
a
chair
.
Coggan
was
on
his
back
,
with
his
mouth
open
,
huzzing
forth
snores
,
as
were
several
others
;
the
united
breathings
of
the
horizonal
assemblage
forming
a
subdued
roar
like
London
from
a
distance
.
Joseph
Poorgrass
was
curled
round
in
the
fashion
of
a
hedge
-
hog
,
apparently
in
attempts
to
present
the
least
possible
portion
of
his
surface
to
the
air
;
and
behind
him
was
dimly
visible
an
unimportant
remnant
of
William
Smallbury
.
The
glasses
and
cups
still
stood
upon
the
table
,
a
water
-
jug
being
overturned
,
from
which
a
small
rill
,
after
tracing
its
course
with
marvellous
precision
down
the
centre
of
the
long
table
,
fell
into
the
neck
of
the
unconscious
Mark
Clark
,
in
a
steady
,
monotonous
drip
,
like
the
dripping
of
a
stalactite
in
a
cave
.
