Quite sure you can stand it

And a aged woman of ninety that used to live nigh here, but is dead and gone long ago, told me that a family of some such name as yours in Blackmoor Vale came originally from these parts, and that 'twere a old ancient race that had all but perished off the earth - though the new generations didn't know it. But, Lord, I took no notice of the old woman's ramblings, not I.'wow gold `Oh no - it is nothing,' said Tess. Then the talk was of business only. `You can milk 'em clean, my maidy? I don't want my cows going azew at this time o' year.' She reassured him on that point, and he surveyed her up and down. She had been staying indoors a good deal, and her complexion had grown delicate. `Quite sure you can stand it? 'Tis comfortable enough here for rough folk; wow gold but we don't live in a cowcumber frame.'

 She declared that she could stand it, and her zest and willingness seemed to win him over. `Well, I suppose you'll want a dish o' tay, or victuals of some sort, hey? Not yet? Well, do as ye like about it. But faith, cheap wow gold  if 'twas I, I should be as dry as a kex wi' travelling so far.' `I'll begin milking now, to get my hand in,' said Tess. She drank a little milk as temporary refreshment - to the surprise - indeed, slight contempt - of Dairyman Crick, to whose mind it had apparently never occurred that milk was good as a beverage. `Oh, aion kina if ye can swaller that, be it so,' he said indifferently, while one held up the pall that she sipped from.

`'Tis what I hain't touched for years - not I. Rot the stuff; it would lie in my innerds like lead. You can try your hand upon she,' he pursued, nodding to the nearest cow. `Not but what she do milk rather hard. We've hard ones and we've easy ones, like other folks. However, you'll find out that soon enough.' When Tess had changed her bonnet for a hood, and was really on her stool under the cow, and the milk was squirting from her fists into the pall, buy wow gold she appeared to feel that she really had laid a new foundation for her future. The conviction bred serenity, her pulse slowed, and she was able to look about her. The milkers formed quite a little battalion of men and maids, the men operating on the hard-teated animals, aion gold the maids on the kindlier natures. It was a large dairy. There were nearly a hundred milchers under Crick's management, all told; and of the herd the master-dairyman milked six or eight with his own hands, unless away from home.