1 Mr. Pilkington, of Foxwood, had stood up, his mug in his hand.
2 One of Mr. Pilkington's men was standing on the other side of the hedge.
3 He had only one criticism, he said, to make of Mr. Pilkington's excellent and neighbourly speech.
4 The source of the trouble appeared to be that Napoleon and Mr. Pilkington had each played an ace of spades simultaneously.
5 It was well seasoned, and Whymper had advised Napoleon to sell it; both Mr. Pilkington and Mr. Frederick were anxious to buy it.
6 Its owner, Mr. Pilkington, was an easy-going gentleman farmer who spent most of his time in fishing or hunting according to the season.
7 Napoleon was so gratified that he left his place and came round the table to clink his mug against Mr. Pilkington's before emptying it.
8 The farm was more prosperous now, and better organised: it had even been enlarged by two fields which had been bought from Mr. Pilkington.
9 At about the same time it was given out that Napoleon had arranged to sell the pile of timber to Mr. Pilkington; he was also going to enter into a regular agreement for the exchange of certain products between Animal Farm and Foxwood.
10 Except through Whymper, there was as yet no contact between Animal Farm and the outside world, but there were constant rumours that Napoleon was about to enter into a definite business agreement either with Mr. Pilkington of Foxwood or with Mr. Frederick of Pinchfield--but never, it was noticed, with both simultaneously.