Mr Batchel’s second thought was one of relief. After his extraordinary experiences in the library (he hardly knew now whether they had been real or not) something quite commonplace would act sedatively, and he determined to carry the spade to the tool-house.
The soil was quite dry, and the surface even a little frozen, so Mr Batchel left the path, walked up to the spade, and would have drawn it towards him. But it was as if he had made the attempt upon the trunk of the Ilex itself. The spade would not be moved. Then, first with one hand, and then with both, he tried to raise it, and still it stood firm. Mr Batchel, of course, attributed this to the frost, slight as it was. Wondering at the spade’s being there, and annoyed at its being frozen, he was about to leave it and continue his walk, when the remaining words of ‘The Compleat Gard’ner’ seemed rather to utter themselves, than to await his will —
‘So dig, that ye may obtain.’
Mr Batchel’s power of independent action now deserted him
(/тут/ способность принимать самостоятельные решения: «способность независимого действия» покинула мистера Бэтчела;