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"

And

she

don

’

t

even

let

ye

have

the

skins

of

the

dead

lambs

,

I

hear

?

"

resumed

Joseph

Poorgrass

,

his

eyes

lingering

on

the

operations

of

Oak

with

the

necessary

melancholy

.

"

I

don

’

t

have

them

,

"

said

Gabriel

.

"

Ye

be

very

badly

used

,

shepherd

,

"

hazarded

Joseph

again

,

in

the

hope

of

getting

Oak

as

an

ally

in

lamentation

after

all

.

"

I

think

she

’

s

took

against

ye

—

that

I

do

.

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"

"

Oh

no

—

not

at

all

,

"

replied

Gabriel

,

hastily

,

and

a

sigh

escaped

him

,

which

the

deprivation

of

lamb

skins

could

hardly

have

caused

.

Before

any

further

remark

had

been

added

a

shade

darkened

the

door

,

and

Boldwood

entered

the

malthouse

,

bestowing

upon

each

a

nod

of

a

quality

between

friendliness

and

condescension

.

"

Ah

!

Oak

,

I

thought

you

were

here

,

"

he

said

.

"

I

met

the

mail

-

cart

ten

minutes

ago

,

and

a

letter

was

put

into

my

hand

,

which

I

opened

without

reading

the

address

.

I

believe

it

is

yours

.

You

must

excuse

the

accident

please

.

"

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"

Oh

yes

—

not

a

bit

of

difference

,

Mr

.

Boldwood

—

not

a

bit

,

"

said

Gabriel

,

readily

.

He

had

not

a

correspondent

on

earth

,

nor

was

there

a

possible

letter

coming

to

him

whose

contents

the

whole

parish

would

not

have

been

welcome

to

peruse

.

Oak

stepped

aside

,

and

read

the

following

in

an

unknown

hand

:

—

Dear

Friend

,

—

I

do

not

know

your

name

,

but

I

think

these

few

lines

will

reach

you

,

which

I

wrote

to

thank

you

for

your

kindness

to

me

the

night

I

left

Weatherbury

in

a

reckless

way

.

I

also

return

the

money

I

owe

you

,

which

you

will

excuse

my

not

keeping

as

a

gift

.

All

has

ended

well

,

and

I

am

happy

to

say

I

am

going

to

be

married

to

the

young

man

who

has

courted

me

for

some

time

—

Sergeant

Troy

,

of

the

11th

Dragoon

Guards

,

now

quartered

in

this

town

.

He

would

,

I

know

,

object

to

my

having

received

anything

except

as

a

loan

,

being

a

man

of

great

respectability

and

high

honour

—

indeed

,

a

nobleman

by

blood

.

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