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"It's not set right; handle's too high; see how he has to stoop

to it," said one.

"Press more on the heel," said another.

"Never mind, he'll get on all right," the old man resumed.

"He's made a start.... You swing it too wide, you'll tire

yourself out.... The master, sure, does his best for himself! But

see the grass missed out! For such work us fellows would catch

it!"

The grass became softer, and Levin, listening without answering,

followed Tit, trying to do the best he could. They moved a

hundred paces. Tit kept moving on, without stopping, not showing

the slightest weariness, but Levin was already beginning to be

afraid he would not be able to keep it up: he was so tired.