If they'll let me go on with my book, I don't mind driving a few poor fellows now and then!' The Squire looked at him critically.
'The fact is you're too well fed, Levasseur, or you look it.

That annoys people.

Now I might gorge for a month, and shouldn't put on a pound.' 'I suppose your household is rationed ?' 'Not it! We eat what we want.

Just like the labourers.

I found an old labourer eating his dinner under a hedge yesterday.