1 He was closeted there for hours at a time.
2 He had, he said, been present during Boxer's last hours.
3 After about a quarter of an hour Squealer appeared, full of sympathy and concern.
4 They had not been milked for twenty-four hours, and their udders were almost bursting.
5 Sometimes the long hours on insufficient food were hard to bear, but Boxer never faltered.
6 He would perch on a stump, flap his black wings, and talk by the hour to anyone who would listen.
7 Boxer would even come out at nights and work for an hour or two on his own by the light of the harvest moon.
8 Breakfast was an hour later than usual, and after breakfast there was a ceremony which was observed every week without fail.
9 He had made arrangements with the cockerel to call him three-quarters of an hour earlier in the mornings instead of half an hour.
10 There were times when it seemed to the animals that they worked longer hours and fed no better than they had done in Jones's day.
11 She would vanish for hours on end, and then reappear at meal-times, or in the evening after work was over, as though nothing had happened.
12 However, Benjamin and Clover could only be with Boxer after working hours, and it was in the middle of the day when the van came to take him away.
13 And when, some days afterwards, it was announced that from now on the pigs would get up an hour later in the mornings than the other animals, no complaint was made about that either.
14 And about half an hour later, when Boxer had somewhat recovered, he was with difficulty got on to his feet, and managed to limp back to his stall, where Clover and Benjamin had prepared a good bed of straw for him.
15 He had made an arrangement with one of the cockerels to call him in the mornings half an hour earlier than anyone else, and would put in some volunteer labour at whatever seemed to be most needed, before the regular day's work began.