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[0750] hope of bringing him to heel, by means of her cunt, that
trump card of young ^[⁁] wifes ^wives. [0751] For she knew what he would do to
her if she did not open it to him. [0752] And he even insisted on her
making things easy for him, in ways that often appeared to her
exorbitant. [0753] And at the least show of rebellion on her part he
[^✓]would run to the wash-house and come back with the battle and
beat her until she came round to a better way of thinking.

[0754] All
this by the way. [0755] And to return to our pigs, Lambert continued
to expatiate, to his near and dear ones, of an evening, while
y^the lamp burned low, on the specimen he had k^just slaughtered,
until the day he was summoned to slaughter another. [0756] Then all
his conversation was of this new pig, so unlike the other in
every respect, so quite unlike, and yet at bottom the same.

[0757] For
al;^l pigs are alike, when you get to know their little ways,
stuggle ^struggle, squeal, bleed, sueal ^squeal, struggle, bleed, suq^queal and faint
away, in more or less the same way exactly, a way that is all
their own and could never be imitated by a lamb, for example,
or a kid. [0758] But once March was out Big Lambert recovered his calm
and became his silent self again.

^[⃞][0760] The son, or heir, was a great strapping lad with terrible teeth.
^[⃞][0762] The farm. [0763] The farm was in a hollow, flooded in winter and in
summer burnt to a cinder. [0764] The way to it lay through a fine meadow.
[0765] But this g^fine meadow did not belong to the Lamberts, but to other
peasants living at a distance. [0766] There jonquils and narcissi bloomed
in extraordinary profusion, at the appropriate season. [0767] And there
at nightfall, stealthily, Big Lambert turned los^[⁁]o[^o]se his goats.
^[⃞][0768] Strange to say this gift that Lambert possessed when it came