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Mon Apr 03 00:36:13 2017 1 The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Freelands, by John Galsworthy This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever.
You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: The Freelands Author: John Galsworthy Release Date: June 14, 2006 [EBook #2309] Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE FREELANDS *** Produced by Donald Lainson THE FREELANDS By John Galsworthy -Liberty’s a glorious feast.---Burns. PROLOGUE One early April afternoon, in a Worcestershire field, the only field in that immediate landscape which was not down in grass, a man moved slowly athwart the furrows, sowing--a big man of heavy build, swinging his hairy brown arm with the grace of strength.
He wore no coat or hat; a waistcoat, open over a blue-checked cotton shirt, flapped against belted corduroys that were somewhat the color of his square, pale-brown face and dusty hair.
His eyes were sad, with the swimming yet fixed stare of epileptics; his mouth heavy-lipped, so that, but for the yearning eyes, the face would have been almost brutal.
He looked as if he suffered from silence.
The elm-trees bordering the field, though only just in leaf, showed dark against a white sky.
A light wind blew, carrying already a scent from the earth and growth pushing up, for the year was early. The green Malvern hills rose in the west; and not far away, shrouded by trees, a long country house of weathered brick faced to the south.
Save for the man sowing, and some rooks crossing from elm to elm, no life was visible in all the green land.
And it was quiet--with a strange, a brooding tranquillity.
The fields and hills seemed to mock the scars of road and ditch and furrow scraped on them, to mock at barriers of hedge and wall--between the green land and white sky was a conspiracy to d...





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