Crome Yellow
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General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1922 Original Publisher: George H. Doran company Subjects: Intellectuals Country homes England Intellectuals -- England -- Fiction Country homes -- England -- Fiction Audiobook Fiction / Classics Fiction / Humorous Fiction / Literary Fiction / Science Fiction / General Notes: This is a black and white OC...
MoreGeneral Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1922 Original Publisher: George H. Doran company Subjects: Intellectuals Country homes England Intellectuals -- England -- Fiction Country homes -- England -- Fiction Audiobook Fiction / Classics Fiction / Humorous Fiction / Literary Fiction / Science Fiction / General Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER V "V/TR. WIMBUSH had taken them to see '" the sights of the Home Farm, and now they were standing, all six of them -- Henry Wimbush, Mr. Scogan, Denis, Gombauld, Anne, and Mary -- by the low wall of the piggery, looking into one of the styes. "This is a good sow," said Henry Wimbush. "She had a litter of fourteen." "Fourteen'?" Mary echoed incredulously. She turned astonished blue eyes towards Mr. Wimbush, then let them fall on to the I seething mass of elan vital that fermented in the sty. An immense sow reposed on her side in the middle of the pen. Her round, black l belly, fringed with a double line of dugs, presented itself to the assault of an army of small, brownish-black swine. With a frantic greed they tugged at their mother's flank. The old sow stirred sometimes uneasily or uttered a little grunt of pain. One small pig, the runt, the weakling of the litter, had been unable to secure a place at the banquet. Squealing shrilly, he ran backwards and forwards, trying to push in among his strongerbrothers or even to climb over their tight little black backs towards the maternal reservoir. . "There are fourteen," said Mary. "You're quite right. I counted. It's extraordinary." "The sow next door," Mr. Wimbush went on, "has done very badly. She only had five in her litter. I shall give her another chance. If she doe...
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