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He
had
no
light
and
careless
touches
in
his
constitution
,
either
for
good
or
for
evil
.
Stern
in
the
outlines
of
action
,
mild
in
the
details
,
he
was
serious
throughout
all
.
He
saw
no
absurd
sides
to
the
follies
of
life
,
and
thus
,
though
not
quite
companionable
in
the
eyes
of
merry
men
and
scoffers
,
and
those
to
whom
all
things
show
life
as
a
jest
,
he
was
not
intolerable
to
the
earnest
and
those
acquainted
with
grief
.
Being
a
man
who
read
all
the
dramas
of
life
seriously
,
if
he
failed
to
please
when
they
were
comedies
,
there
was
no
frivolous
treatment
to
reproach
him
for
when
they
chanced
to
end
tragically
.
Bathsheba
was
far
from
dreaming
that
the
dark
and
silent
shape
upon
which
she
had
so
carelessly
thrown
a
seed
was
a
hotbed
of
tropic
intensity
.
Had
she
known
Boldwood
’
s
moods
,
her
blame
would
have
been
fearful
,
and
the
stain
upon
her
heart
ineradicable
.
Moreover
,
had
she
known
her
present
power
for
good
or
evil
over
this
man
,
she
would
have
trembled
at
her
responsibility
.
Luckily
for
her
present
,
unluckily
for
her
future
tranquillity
,
her
understanding
had
not
yet
told
her
what
Boldwood
was
.
Nobody
knew
entirely
;
for
though
it
was
possible
to
form
guesses
concerning
his
wild
capabilities
from
old
floodmarks
faintly
visible
,
he
had
never
been
seen
at
the
high
tides
which
caused
them
.
Farmer
Boldwood
came
to
the
stable
-
door
and
looked
forth
across
the
level
fields
.
Beyond
the
first
enclosure
was
a
hedge
,
and
on
the
other
side
of
this
a
meadow
belonging
to
Bathsheba
’
s
farm
.
It
was
now
early
spring
—
the
time
of
going
to
grass
with
the
sheep
,
when
they
have
the
first
feed
of
the
meadows
,
before
these
are
laid
up
for
mowing
.
The
wind
,
which
had
been
blowing
east
for
several
weeks
,
had
veered
to
the
southward
,
and
the
middle
of
spring
had
come
abruptly
—
almost
without
a
beginning
.
It
was
that
period
in
the
vernal
quarter
when
we
may
suppose
the
Dryads
to
be
waking
for
the
season
.
The
vegetable
world
begins
to
move
and
swell
and
the
saps
to
rise
,
till
in
the
completest
silence
of
lone
gardens
and
trackless
plantations
,
where
everything
seems
helpless
and
still
after
the
bond
and
slavery
of
frost
,
there
are
bustlings
,
strainings
,
united
thrusts
,
and
pulls
-
all
-
together
,
in
comparison
with
which
the
powerful
tugs
of
cranes
and
pulleys
in
a
noisy
city
are
but
pigmy
efforts
.
Boldwood
,
looking
into
the
distant
meadows
,
saw
there
three
figures
.
They
were
those
of
Miss
Everdene
,
Shepherd
Oak
,
and
Cainy
Ball
.
When
Bathsheba
’
s
figure
shone
upon
the
farmer
’
s
eyes
it
lighted
him
up
as
the
moon
lights
up
a
great
tower
.
A
man
’
s
body
is
as
the
shell
,
or
the
tablet
,
of
his
soul
,
as
he
is
reserved
or
ingenuous
,
overflowing
or
self
-
contained
.
There
was
a
change
in
Boldwood
’
s
exterior
from
its
former
impassibleness
;
and
his
face
showed
that
he
was
now
living
outside
his
defences
for
the
first
time
,
and
with
a
fearful
sense
of
exposure
.
It
is
the
usual
experience
of
strong
natures
when
they
love
.
At
last
he
arrived
at
a
conclusion
.
It
was
to
go
across
and
inquire
boldly
of
her
.
The
insulation
of
his
heart
by
reserve
during
these
many
years
,
without
a
channel
of
any
kind
for
disposable
emotion
,
had
worked
its
effect
.
It
has
been
observed
more
than
once
that
the
causes
of
love
are
chiefly
subjective
,
and
Boldwood
was
a
living
testimony
to
the
truth
of
the
proposition
.
No
mother
existed
to
absorb
his
devotion
,
no
sister
for
his
tenderness
,
no
idle
ties
for
sense
.
