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Yeast: A Problem

CHAPTER III: NEW ACTORS, AND A NEW STAGE
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But the oppression that goes on all the year round, and the want that goes on all the year round, and the filth, and the lying, and the swearing, and the profligacy, that go on all the year round, and the sickening weight of debt, and the miserable grinding anxiety from rent-day to rent- day, and Saturday night to Saturday night, that crushes a man's soul down, and drives every thought out of his head but how he is to fill his stomach and warm his back, and keep a house over his head, till he daren't for his life take his thoughts one moment off the meat that perisheth--oh, sir, they never felt this; and, therefore, they never dream that there are thousands who pass them in their daily walks who feel this, and feel nothing else!' This outburst was uttered with an earnestness and majesty which astonished Lancelot.

He forgot the subject in the speaker.
'You are a very extraordinary gamekeeper!' said he.
'When the Lord shows a man a thing, he can't well help seeing it,' answered Tregarva, in his usual staid tone.
There was a pause.

The keeper looked at him with a glance, before which Lancelot's eyes fell.
'Hell is paved with hearsays, sir, and as all this talk of mine is hearsay, if you are in earnest, sir, go and see for yourself.

I know you have a kind heart, and they tell me that you are a great scholar, which would to God I was! so you ought not to condescend to take my word for anything which you can look into yourself;' with which sound piece of common-sense Tregarva returned busily to his eel-lines.
'Hand me the rod and can, and help me out along the buck-stage,' said Lancelot; 'I must have some more talk with you, my fine fellow.' 'Amen,' answered Tregarva, as he assisted our lame hero along a huge beam which stretched out into the pool; and having settled him there, returned mechanically to his work, humming a Wesleyan hymn- tune.
Lancelot sat and tried to catch perch, but Tregarva's words haunted him.

He lighted his cigar, and tried to think earnestly over the matter, but he had got into the wrong place for thinking.


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