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The
door
was
hurriedly
burst
open
again
,
and
in
came
running
Cainy
Ball
out
of
breath
,
his
mouth
red
and
open
,
like
the
bell
of
a
penny
trumpet
,
from
which
he
coughed
with
noisy
vigour
and
great
distension
of
face
.
"
Now
,
Cain
Ball
,
"
said
Oak
,
sternly
,
"
why
will
you
run
so
fast
and
lose
your
breath
so
?
I
’
m
always
telling
you
of
it
.
"
"
Oh
—
I
—
a
puff
of
mee
breath
—
went
—
the
—
wrong
way
,
please
,
Mister
Oak
,
and
made
me
cough
—
hok
—
hok
!
"
"
Well
—
what
have
you
come
for
?
"
"
I
’
ve
run
to
tell
ye
,
"
said
the
junior
shepherd
,
supporting
his
exhausted
youthful
frame
against
the
doorpost
,
"
that
you
must
come
directly
.
Two
more
ewes
have
twinned
—
that
’
s
what
’
s
the
matter
,
Shepherd
Oak
.
"
"
Oh
,
that
’
s
it
,
"
said
Oak
,
jumping
up
,
and
dimissing
for
the
present
his
thoughts
on
poor
Fanny
.
"
You
are
a
good
boy
to
run
and
tell
me
,
Cain
,
and
you
shall
smell
a
large
plum
pudding
some
day
as
a
treat
.
But
,
before
we
go
,
Cainy
,
bring
the
tarpot
,
and
we
’
ll
mark
this
lot
and
have
done
with
’
em
.
"
Oak
took
from
his
illimitable
pockets
a
marking
iron
,
dipped
it
into
the
pot
,
and
imprinted
on
the
buttocks
of
the
infant
sheep
the
initials
of
her
he
delighted
to
muse
on
—
"
B
.
E
.
,
"
which
signified
to
all
the
region
round
that
henceforth
the
lambs
belonged
to
Farmer
Bathsheba
Everdene
,
and
to
no
one
else
.
"
Now
,
Cainy
,
shoulder
your
two
,
and
off
.
Good
morning
,
Mr
.
Boldwood
.
"
The
shepherd
lifted
the
sixteen
large
legs
and
four
small
bodies
he
had
himself
brought
,
and
vanished
with
them
in
the
direction
of
the
lambing
field
hard
by
—
their
frames
being
now
in
a
sleek
and
hopeful
state
,
pleasantly
contrasting
with
their
death
’
s
-
door
plight
of
half
an
hour
before
.
Boldwood
followed
him
a
little
way
up
the
field
,
hesitated
,
and
turned
back
.
He
followed
him
again
with
a
last
resolve
,
annihilating
return
.
On
approaching
the
nook
in
which
the
fold
was
constructed
,
the
farmer
drew
out
his
pocket
-
book
,
unfastened
it
,
and
allowed
it
to
lie
open
on
his
hand
.
A
letter
was
revealed
—
Bathsheba
’
s
.
