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The
next
day
to
that
of
the
declaration
she
found
Gabriel
Oak
at
the
bottom
of
her
garden
,
grinding
his
shears
for
the
sheep
-
shearing
.
All
the
surrounding
cottages
were
more
or
less
scenes
of
the
same
operation
;
the
scurr
of
whetting
spread
into
the
sky
from
all
parts
of
the
village
as
from
an
armoury
previous
to
a
campaign
.
Peace
and
war
kiss
each
other
at
their
hours
of
preparation
—
sickles
,
scythes
,
shears
,
and
pruning
-
hooks
,
ranking
with
swords
,
bayonets
,
and
lances
,
in
their
common
necessity
for
point
and
edge
.
Cainy
Ball
turned
the
handle
of
Gabriel
’
s
grindstone
,
his
head
performing
a
melancholy
see
-
saw
up
and
down
with
each
turn
of
the
wheel
.
Oak
stood
somewhat
as
Eros
is
represented
when
in
the
act
of
sharpening
his
arrows
:
his
figure
slightly
bent
,
the
weight
of
his
body
thrown
over
on
the
shears
,
and
his
head
balanced
side
-
ways
,
with
a
critical
compression
of
the
lips
and
contraction
of
the
eyelids
to
crown
the
attitude
.
His
mistress
came
up
and
looked
upon
them
in
silence
for
a
minute
or
two
;
then
she
said
—
"
Cain
,
go
to
the
lower
mead
and
catch
the
bay
mare
.
I
’
ll
turn
the
winch
of
the
grindstone
.
I
want
to
speak
to
you
,
Gabriel
.
"
Cain
departed
,
and
Bathsheba
took
the
handle
.
Gabriel
had
glanced
up
in
intense
surprise
,
quelled
its
expression
,
and
looked
down
again
.
Bathsheba
turned
the
winch
,
and
Gabriel
applied
the
shears
.
The
peculiar
motion
involved
in
turning
a
wheel
has
a
wonderful
tendency
to
benumb
the
mind
.
It
is
a
sort
of
attenuated
variety
of
Ixion
’
s
punishment
,
and
contributes
a
dismal
chapter
to
the
history
of
gaols
.
The
brain
gets
muddled
,
the
head
grows
heavy
,
and
the
body
’
s
centre
of
gravity
seems
to
settle
by
degrees
in
a
leaden
lump
somewhere
between
the
eyebrows
and
the
crown
.
Bathsheba
felt
the
unpleasant
symptoms
after
two
or
three
dozen
turns
.
"
Will
you
turn
,
Gabriel
,
and
let
me
hold
the
shears
?
"
she
said
.
"
My
head
is
in
a
whirl
,
and
I
can
’
t
talk
.
"
Gabriel
turned
.
Bathsheba
then
began
,
with
some
awkwardness
,
allowing
her
thoughts
to
stray
occasionally
from
her
story
to
attend
to
the
shears
,
which
required
a
little
nicety
in
sharpening
.
"
I
wanted
to
ask
you
if
the
men
made
any
observations
on
my
going
behind
the
sedge
with
Mr
.
Boldwood
yesterday
?
"
