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“
You
can
milk
’
em
clean
,
my
maidy
?
I
don
’
t
want
my
cow
going
azew
at
this
time
o
’
year
.
”
She
reassured
him
on
that
point
,
and
he
surveyed
her
up
and
down
.
She
had
been
staying
indoors
a
good
deal
,
and
her
complexion
had
grown
delicate
.
“
Quite
sure
you
can
stand
it
?
’
Tis
comfortable
enough
here
for
rough
folk
;
but
we
don
’
t
live
in
a
cowcumber
frame
.
”
She
declared
that
she
could
stand
it
,
and
her
zest
and
willingness
seemed
to
win
him
over
.
“
Well
,
I
suppose
you
’
ll
want
a
dish
o
’
tay
,
or
victuals
of
some
sort
,
hey
?
Not
yet
?
Well
,
do
as
ye
like
about
it
.
But
faith
,
if
’
twas
I
,
I
should
be
as
dry
as
a
kex
wi
’
travelling
so
far
.
”
“
I
’
ll
begin
milking
now
,
to
get
my
hand
in
,
”
said
Tess
.
She
drank
a
little
milk
as
temporary
refreshment
—
to
the
surprise
—
indeed
,
slight
contempt
—
of
Dairyman
Crick
,
to
whose
mind
it
had
apparently
never
occurred
that
milk
was
good
as
a
beverage
.
“
Oh
,
if
ye
can
swaller
that
,
be
it
so
,
”
he
said
indifferently
,
while
holding
up
the
pail
that
she
sipped
from
.
“
’
Tis
what
I
hain
’
t
touched
for
years
—
not
I
.
Rot
the
stuff
;
it
would
lie
in
my
innerds
like
lead
.
You
can
try
your
hand
upon
she
,
”
he
pursued
,
nodding
to
the
nearest
cow
.
“
Not
but
what
she
do
milk
rather
hard
.
We
’
ve
hard
ones
and
we
’
ve
easy
ones
,
like
other
folks
.
However
,
you
’
ll
find
out
that
soon
enough
.
”
When
Tess
had
changed
her
bonnet
for
a
hood
,
and
was
really
on
her
stool
under
the
cow
,
and
the
milk
was
squirting
from
her
fists
into
the
pail
,
she
appeared
to
feel
that
she
really
had
laid
a
new
foundation
for
her
future
.
The
conviction
bred
serenity
,
her
pulse
slowed
,
and
she
was
able
to
look
about
her
.
The
milkers
formed
quite
a
little
battalion
of
men
and
maids
,
the
men
operating
on
the
hard
-
teated
animals
,
the
maids
on
the
kindlier
natures
.
It
was
a
large
dairy
.
There
were
nearly
a
hundred
milchers
under
Crick
’
s
management
,
all
told
;
and
of
the
herd
the
master
-
dairyman
milked
six
or
eight
with
his
own
hands
,
unless
away
from
home
.
These
were
the
cows
that
milked
hardest
of
all
;
for
his
journey
-
milkmen
being
more
or
less
casually
hired
,
he
would
not
entrust
this
half
-
dozen
to
their
treatment
,
lest
,
from
indifference
,
they
should
not
milk
them
fully
;
nor
to
the
maids
,
lest
they
should
fail
in
the
same
way
for
lack
of
finger
-
grip
;
with
the
result
that
in
course
of
time
the
cows
would
“
go
azew
”
—
that
is
,
dry
up
.
