We plough the field and scatter

He had presumably been down in the cellar, for he was carrying a large container from which he now proceeded to sprinkle about the floor what from its aroma was evidently paraffin. As he did so, he sang in a soft undertone the hymn which runs 'We plough the fields and scatter the good seed o'er the land'. The floor, Reginald observed, was liberally strewn with paper and shavings.

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