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of among the trees, going on for ever [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. Зарегистрироваться...] and ever, would send me dazed; it’s that made my head ache so [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. Зарегистрироваться...] in the mill. Now on these commons I reckon there is but little noise?’
‘No,’ said Margaret; ‘nothing but here and there a lark high in the air. Sometimes I used to hear a farmer speaking sharp and loud to his servants; but it was so far away that it only reminded me pleasantly that [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. Зарегистрироваться...] other people were hard at work in some distant place, [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. Зарегистрироваться...] while I just sat on the heather and did nothing.’
‘I used to think once that if I could have a day of doing nothing, to rest me — a day in some quiet place like that yo’ speak on — it would maybe set me up. But now I’ve had many days o’ idleness, and I’m just as weary o’ them as I was o’ my [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. Зарегистрироваться...] work. Sometimes I’m so tired out I think I cannot enjoy heaven without a piece of rest first. I’m rather afeard o’ going straight there without getting a good sleep in the grave to set me up.’
‘Don’t be afraid, Bessy,’ said Margaret, laying her hand on the girl’s; ‘God can give you more perfect rest than even idleness on earth, or the dead sleep of the grave can do.’
Bessy moved uneasily; then she said:
‘I wish father would not speak as he does. He means well, as I telled yo’ yesterday, and tell yo’ again and again. But yo’ see, though I don’t believe him a bit by day, yet by night — when I’m in a fever, half-asleep and half-awake — it comes back upon me — oh! so bad! And I think, if this should be th’ [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. Зарегистрироваться...] end of all, and if all I’ve been born [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. Зарегистрироваться...] for is just to work my heart and my life away, and to sicken i’ this dree place, wi’ them mill-noises in my ears for ever, until I could scream out for them to stop, and let me have a little piece o’ quiet — and wi’ the fluff filling my lungs, until I thirst to death for one long deep breath o’ the clear air yo’ speak on — and my mother gone, and I never able to tell her again how I loved her, and o’ all my troubles — I think if this life is th’ end, and t