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Another row, and yet another row, followed-long rows and short

rows, with good grass and with poor grass. Levin lost all sense

of time, and could not have told whether it was late or early

now. A change began to come over his work, which gave him immense

satisfaction. In the midst of his toil there were moments during

which he forgot what he was doing, and it came all easy to him,

and at those same moments his row was almost as smooth and well

cut as Tit's. But so soon as he recollected what he was doing,

and began trying to do better, he was at once conscious of all

the difficulty of his task, and the row was badly mown.