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"
Ah
,
that
he
is
so
!
"
said
Joseph
Poorgrass
.
"
True
—
he
’
s
the
man
,
"
said
Laban
Tall
.
"
How
dare
you
name
that
man
in
my
presence
!
"
she
said
excitedly
.
"
I
told
you
never
to
allude
to
him
,
nor
shall
you
if
you
stay
with
me
.
Ah
!
"
she
added
,
brightening
,
"
Farmer
Boldwood
knows
!
"
"
O
no
,
ma
’
am
"
said
Matthew
.
"
Two
of
his
store
ewes
got
into
some
vetches
t
’
other
day
,
and
were
just
like
these
.
He
sent
a
man
on
horseback
here
post
-
haste
for
Gable
,
and
Gable
went
and
saved
’
em
.
Farmer
Boldwood
hev
got
the
thing
they
do
it
with
.
’
Tis
a
holler
pipe
,
with
a
sharp
pricker
inside
.
Isn
’
t
it
,
Joseph
?
"
"
Ay
—
a
holler
pipe
,
"
echoed
Joseph
.
"
That
’
s
what
’
tis
.
"
"
Ay
,
sure
—
that
’
s
the
machine
,
"
chimed
in
Henery
Fray
,
reflectively
,
with
an
Oriental
indifference
to
the
flight
of
time
.
"
Well
,
"
burst
out
Bathsheba
,
"
don
’
t
stand
there
with
your
’
ayes
’
and
your
’
sures
’
talking
at
me
!
Get
somebody
to
cure
the
sheep
instantly
!
"
All
then
stalked
off
in
consternation
,
to
get
somebody
as
directed
,
without
any
idea
of
who
it
was
to
be
.
In
a
minute
they
had
vanished
through
the
gate
,
and
she
stood
alone
with
the
dying
flock
.
"
Never
will
I
send
for
him
—
never
!
"
she
said
firmly
.
