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He
became
surcharged
with
the
compound
,
which
was
genuine
lover
’
s
love
.
He
approached
the
gate
of
the
meadow
.
Beyond
it
the
ground
was
melodious
with
ripples
,
and
the
sky
with
larks
;
the
low
bleating
of
the
flock
mingling
with
both
.
Mistress
and
man
were
engaged
in
the
operation
of
making
a
lamb
"
take
,
"
which
is
performed
whenever
an
ewe
has
lost
her
own
offspring
,
one
of
the
twins
of
another
ewe
being
given
her
as
a
substitute
.
Gabriel
had
skinned
the
dead
lamb
,
and
was
tying
the
skin
over
the
body
of
the
live
lamb
,
in
the
customary
manner
,
whilst
Bathsheba
was
holding
open
a
little
pen
of
four
hurdles
,
into
which
the
Mother
and
foisted
lamb
were
driven
,
where
they
would
remain
till
the
old
sheep
conceived
an
affection
for
the
young
one
.
Bathsheba
looked
up
at
the
completion
of
the
manœuvre
and
saw
the
farmer
by
the
gate
,
where
he
was
overhung
by
a
willow
tree
in
full
bloom
.
Gabriel
,
to
whom
her
face
was
as
the
uncertain
glory
of
an
April
day
,
was
ever
regardful
of
its
faintest
changes
,
and
instantly
discerned
thereon
the
mark
of
some
influence
from
without
,
in
the
form
of
a
keenly
self
-
conscious
reddening
.
He
also
turned
and
beheld
Boldwood
.
At
once
connecting
these
signs
with
the
letter
Boldwood
had
shown
him
,
Gabriel
suspected
her
of
some
coquettish
procedure
begun
by
that
means
,
and
carried
on
since
,
he
knew
not
how
.
Farmer
Boldwood
had
read
the
pantomime
denoting
that
they
were
aware
of
his
presence
,
and
the
perception
was
as
too
much
light
turned
upon
his
new
sensibility
.
He
was
still
in
the
road
,
and
by
moving
on
he
hoped
that
neither
would
recognize
that
he
had
originally
intended
to
enter
the
field
He
passed
by
with
an
utter
and
overwhelming
sensation
of
ignorance
,
shyness
,
and
doubt
.
Perhaps
in
her
manner
there
were
signs
that
she
wished
to
see
him
—
perhaps
not
—
he
could
not
read
a
woman
.
The
cabala
of
this
erotic
philosophy
seemed
to
consist
of
the
subtlest
meanings
expressed
in
misleading
ways
.
Every
turn
,
look
,
word
,
and
accent
contained
a
mystery
quite
distinct
from
its
obvious
import
,
and
not
one
had
ever
been
pondered
by
him
until
now
.
As
for
Bathsheba
,
she
was
not
deceived
into
the
belief
that
Farmer
Boldwood
had
walked
by
on
business
or
in
idleness
.
She
collected
the
probabilities
of
the
case
,
and
concluded
that
she
was
herself
responsible
for
Boldwood
’
s
appearance
there
.
It
troubled
her
much
to
see
what
a
great
flame
a
little
wildfire
was
likely
to
kindle
.
Bathsheba
was
no
schemer
for
marriage
,
nor
was
she
deliberately
a
trifler
with
the
affections
of
men
,
and
a
censor
’
s
experience
on
seeing
an
actual
flirt
after
observing
her
would
have
been
a
feeling
of
surprise
that
Bathsheba
could
be
so
different
from
such
a
one
,
and
yet
so
like
what
a
flirt
is
supposed
to
be
.
She
resolved
never
again
,
by
look
or
by
sign
,
to
interrupt
the
steady
flow
of
this
man
’
s
life
.
But
a
resolution
to
avoid
an
evil
is
seldom
framed
till
the
evil
is
so
far
advanced
as
to
make
avoidance
impossible
.
Boldwood
did
eventually
call
upon
her
.
She
was
not
at
home
.
"
Of
course
not
,
"
he
murmured
.
In
contemplating
Bathsheba
as
a
woman
,
he
had
forgotten
the
accidents
of
her
position
as
an
agriculturist
—
that
being
as
much
of
a
farmer
,
and
as
extensive
a
farmer
,
as
himself
,
her
probable
whereabouts
was
out
-
of
-
doors
at
this
time
of
the
year
.
This
,
and
the
other
oversights
Boldwood
was
guilty
of
,
were
natural
to
the
mood
,
and
still
more
natural
to
the
circumstances
.
The
great
aids
to
idealization
in
love
were
present
here
:
occasional
observation
of
her
from
a
distance
,
and
the
absence
of
social
intercourse
with
her
—
visual
familiarity
,
oral
strangeness
.
The
smaller
human
elements
were
kept
out
of
sight
;
the
pettinesses
that
enter
so
largely
into
all
earthly
living
and
doing
were
disguised
by
the
accident
of
lover
and
loved
-
one
not
being
on
visiting
terms
;
and
there
was
hardly
awakened
a
thought
in
Boldwood
that
sorry
household
realities
appertained
to
her
,
or
that
she
,
like
all
others
,
had
moments
of
commonplace
,
when
to
be
least
plainly
seen
was
to
be
most
prettily
remembered
.
Thus
a
mild
sort
of
apotheosis
took
place
in
his
fancy
,
whilst
she
still
lived
and
breathed
within
his
own
horizon
,
a
troubled
creature
like
himself
.
It
was
the
end
of
May
when
the
farmer
determined
to
be
no
longer
repulsed
by
trivialities
or
distracted
by
suspense
.
He
had
by
this
time
grown
used
to
being
in
love
;
the
passion
now
startled
him
less
even
when
it
tortured
him
more
,
and
he
felt
himself
adequate
to
the
situation
.
On
inquiring
for
her
at
her
house
they
had
told
him
she
was
at
the
sheep
-
washing
,
and
he
went
off
to
seek
her
there
.
