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Near
Casterbridge
"
Oh
—
what
a
mistake
!
—
it
is
not
mine
.
Nor
is
it
for
my
shepherd
.
It
is
for
Miss
Everdene
’
s
.
You
had
better
take
it
on
to
him
—
Gabriel
Oak
—
and
say
I
opened
it
in
mistake
.
"
At
this
moment
,
on
the
ridge
,
up
against
the
blazing
sky
,
a
figure
was
visible
,
like
the
black
snuff
in
the
midst
of
a
candle
-
flame
.
Then
it
moved
and
began
to
bustle
about
vigorously
from
place
to
place
,
carrying
square
skeleton
masses
,
which
were
riddled
by
the
same
rays
.
A
small
figure
on
all
fours
followed
behind
.
The
tall
form
was
that
of
Gabriel
Oak
;
the
small
one
that
of
George
;
the
articles
in
course
of
transit
were
hurdles
.
"
Wait
,
"
said
Boldwood
.
"
That
’
s
the
man
on
the
hill
.
I
’
ll
take
the
letter
to
him
myself
.
"
To
Boldwood
it
was
now
no
longer
merely
a
letter
to
another
man
.
It
was
an
opportunity
.
Exhibiting
a
face
pregnant
with
intention
,
he
entered
the
snowy
field
.
Gabriel
,
at
that
minute
,
descended
the
hill
towards
the
right
.
The
glow
stretched
down
in
this
direction
now
,
and
touched
the
distant
roof
of
Warren
’
s
Malthouse
—
whither
the
shepherd
was
apparently
bent
:
Boldwood
followed
at
a
distance
.
The
scarlet
and
orange
light
outside
the
malthouse
did
not
penetrate
to
its
interior
,
which
was
,
as
usual
,
lighted
by
a
rival
glow
of
similar
hue
,
radiating
from
the
hearth
.
The
maltster
,
after
having
lain
down
in
his
clothes
for
a
few
hours
,
was
now
sitting
beside
a
three
-
legged
table
,
breakfasting
off
bread
and
bacon
.
This
was
eaten
on
the
plateless
system
,
which
is
performed
by
placing
a
slice
of
bread
upon
the
table
,
the
meat
flat
upon
the
bread
,
a
mustard
plaster
upon
the
meat
,
and
a
pinch
of
salt
upon
the
whole
,
then
cutting
them
vertically
downwards
with
a
large
pocket
-
knife
till
wood
is
reached
,
when
the
severed
lump
is
impaled
on
the
knife
,
elevated
,
and
sent
the
proper
way
of
food
.
The
maltster
’
s
lack
of
teeth
appeared
not
to
sensibly
diminish
his
powers
as
a
mill
.
He
had
been
without
them
for
so
many
years
that
toothlessness
was
felt
less
to
be
a
defect
than
hard
gums
an
acquisition
.
Indeed
,
he
seemed
to
approach
the
grave
as
a
hyperbolic
curve
approaches
a
straight
line
—
less
directly
as
he
got
nearer
,
till
it
was
doubtful
if
he
would
ever
reach
it
at
all
.
In
the
ashpit
was
a
heap
of
potatoes
roasting
,
and
a
boiling
pipkin
of
charred
bread
,
called
"
coffee
"
,
for
the
benefit
of
whomsoever
should
call
,
for
Warren
’
s
was
a
sort
of
clubhouse
,
used
as
an
alternative
to
the
inn
.
