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Or "Arthur, I've a looker's boy coming from Abbot's Court you might go there for his characters, I haven't time, with the butter-making to-day and Mene Tekel such an owl."
Your looker's done things that no farmer on this Marsh ud put up with a month, and yet you keep him on, you with all your fine ideas about farming and running Ansdore as your poor father ud have had it ... and then he's a well set-up young man too, nice-looking and stout as I won't deny, and you're a young woman that I'd say was nice-looking too, and it's only natural folks should talk when they see a pretty woman hanging on to a handsome chap in spite of his having half bust her."
For the first time Tatsu noted how scanty and how white his hair had grown; how thin and wrinkled the fine old face. Something akin to compassion rose warm and human in the looker's throat. The envelope dangled loosely from Kano's fingers. On it was traced, in Umè-ko's beautiful, unmistakable hand, "For my beloved husband, Kano Tatsu."
When he looked at her he seemed to lose that heavy dumbness, that inarticulate stupidity which occasionally stirred and vexed even her good disposition; his mouth might still be shut, but his eyes were fluent they told her not only of his manhood but of her womanhood besides. Socknersh lived alone in the looker's cottage which had always belonged to Ansdore.
Those dead ewes, too stupid to mate themselves profitably and now the victims of the farm-socialism that had experimented with them.... At first she ordered Socknersh to save the ewes even at the cost of the lambs, then when in the little looker's hut she saw a ewe despairingly lick the fleece of its dead lamb, an even deeper grief and pity smote her, and she burst suddenly and stormily into tears.
On her way she met the farmer of Picknye Bush. "Good day, Miss Godden I've just come from buying some tegs of yourn." "My looker's settled with you, has he?" "He said he had the power to sell as he thought proper otherways I was going to ask for you." An angry flush drowned the freckles on Joanna's cheek. "That's Fuller, the obstinate, thick-headed old man...." Bates's round face fell a little.
"I'm sorry if there's bin any mistäake. After all, I äun't got the beasts yet thirty shillings a head is the price he asked and I paid. I call it a fair price, seeing the time of year and the state of the meat market But if your looker's bin presuming and you äun't pleased, then I wöan't call it a deal." "I'm pleased enough to sell you my beasts, and thirty shillings is a fairish price.
They could easily recognize Buck Looker's arrogant voice, and at times the whining replies of Terry and Carl. There was only one small window in the building, and that was covered by a square of cloth. At the end of the shack opposite the window were two large doors, both closed. An electric light cord had been strung from the house, supplying current to one or more lamps inside the shack.
Their looker's come over from Old Honeychild, asking for the place, though he was sitting in the Crown at Lydd only yesterday, as Sam Broadhurst told me, saying as it was a shame to get shut of Fuller like that, and as how Joanna deserved never to see another looker again in her life." "Which of the lot d'you think she'll take?" asked Godfrey. "I dunno. How should I say?
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