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"
Gabriel
,
will
you
stay
on
with
me
?
"
she
said
,
smiling
winningly
,
and
not
troubling
to
bring
her
lips
quite
together
again
at
the
end
,
because
there
was
going
to
be
another
smile
soon
.
"
I
will
,
"
said
Gabriel
.
And
she
smiled
on
him
again
.
Men
thin
away
to
insignificance
and
oblivion
quite
as
often
by
not
making
the
most
of
good
spirits
when
they
have
them
as
by
lacking
good
spirits
when
they
are
indispensable
.
Gabriel
lately
,
for
the
first
time
since
his
prostration
by
misfortune
,
had
been
independent
in
thought
and
vigorous
in
action
to
a
marked
extent
—
conditions
which
,
powerless
without
an
opportunity
as
an
opportunity
without
them
is
barren
,
would
have
given
him
a
sure
lift
upwards
when
the
favourable
conjunction
should
have
occurred
.
But
this
incurable
loitering
beside
Bathsheba
Everdene
stole
his
time
ruinously
.
The
spring
tides
were
going
by
without
floating
him
off
,
and
the
neap
might
soon
come
which
could
not
.
It
was
the
first
day
of
June
,
and
the
sheep
-
shearing
season
culminated
,
the
landscape
,
even
to
the
leanest
pasture
,
being
all
health
and
colour
.
Every
green
was
young
,
every
pore
was
open
,
and
every
stalk
was
swollen
with
racing
currents
of
juice
.
God
was
palpably
present
in
the
country
,
and
the
devil
had
gone
with
the
world
to
town
.
Flossy
catkins
of
the
later
kinds
,
fern
-
sprouts
like
bishops
’
croziers
,
the
square
-
headed
moschatel
,
the
odd
cuckoo
-
pint
,
—
like
an
apoplectic
saint
in
a
niche
of
malachite
,
—
snow
-
white
ladies
’
-
smocks
,
the
toothwort
,
approximating
to
human
flesh
,
the
enchanter
’
s
night
-
shade
,
and
the
black
-
petaled
doleful
-
bells
,
were
among
the
quainter
objects
of
the
vegetable
world
in
and
about
Weatherbury
at
this
teeming
time
;
and
of
the
animal
,
the
metamorphosed
figures
of
Mr
.
Jan
Coggan
,
the
master
-
shearer
;
the
second
and
third
shearers
,
who
travelled
in
the
exercise
of
their
calling
,
and
do
not
require
definition
by
name
;
Henery
Fray
the
fourth
shearer
,
Susan
Tall
’
s
husband
the
fifth
,
Joseph
Poorgrass
the
sixth
,
young
Cain
Ball
as
assistant
-
shearer
,
and
Gabriel
Oak
as
general
supervisor
.
None
of
these
were
clothed
to
any
extent
worth
mentioning
,
each
appearing
to
have
hit
in
the
matter
of
raiment
the
decent
mean
between
a
high
and
low
caste
Hindoo
.
An
angularity
of
lineament
,
and
a
fixity
of
facial
machinery
in
general
,
proclaimed
that
serious
work
was
the
order
of
the
day
.
They
sheared
in
the
great
barn
,
called
for
the
nonce
the
Shearing
-
barn
,
which
on
ground
-
plan
resembled
a
church
with
transepts
.
It
not
only
emulated
the
form
of
the
neighbouring
church
of
the
parish
,
but
vied
with
it
in
antiquity
.
Whether
the
barn
had
ever
formed
one
of
a
group
of
conventual
buildings
nobody
seemed
to
be
aware
;
no
trace
of
such
surroundings
remained
.
The
vast
porches
at
the
sides
,
lofty
enough
to
admit
a
waggon
laden
to
its
highest
with
corn
in
the
sheaf
,
were
spanned
by
heavy
-
pointed
arches
of
stone
,
broadly
and
boldly
cut
,
whose
very
simplicity
was
the
origin
of
a
grandeur
not
apparent
in
erections
where
more
ornament
has
been
attempted
.
The
dusky
,
filmed
,
chestnut
roof
,
braced
and
tied
in
by
huge
collars
,
curves
,
and
diagonals
,
was
far
nobler
in
design
,
because
more
wealthy
in
material
,
than
nine
-
tenths
of
those
in
our
modern
churches
.
Along
each
side
wall
was
a
range
of
striding
buttresses
,
throwing
deep
shadows
on
the
spaces
between
them
,
which
were
perforated
by
lancet
openings
,
combining
in
their
proportions
the
precise
requirements
both
of
beauty
and
ventilation
.
One
could
say
about
this
barn
,
what
could
hardly
be
said
of
either
the
church
or
the
castle
,
akin
to
it
in
age
and
style
,
that
the
purpose
which
had
dictated
its
original
erection
was
the
same
with
that
to
which
it
was
still
applied
.
Unlike
and
superior
to
either
of
those
two
typical
remnants
of
mediævalism
,
the
old
barn
embodied
practices
which
had
suffered
no
mutilation
at
the
hands
of
time
.
Here
at
least
the
spirit
of
the
ancient
builders
was
at
one
with
the
spirit
of
the
modern
beholder
.
Standing
before
this
abraded
pile
,
the
eye
regarded
its
present
usage
,
the
mind
dwelt
upon
its
past
history
,
with
a
satisfied
sense
of
functional
continuity
throughout
—
a
feeling
almost
of
gratitude
,
and
quite
of
pride
,
at
the
permanence
of
the
idea
which
had
heaped
it
up
.
The
fact
that
four
centuries
had
neither
proved
it
to
be
founded
on
a
mistake
,
inspired
any
hatred
of
its
purpose
,
nor
given
rise
to
any
reaction
that
had
battered
it
down
,
invested
this
simple
grey
effort
of
old
minds
with
a
repose
,
if
not
a
grandeur
,
which
a
too
curious
reflection
was
apt
to
disturb
in
its
ecclesiastical
and
military
compeers
.
For
once
mediævalism
and
modernism
had
a
common
stand
-
point
.
The
lanceolate
windows
,
the
time
-
eaten
archstones
and
chamfers
,
the
orientation
of
the
axis
,
the
misty
chestnut
work
of
the
rafters
,
referred
to
no
exploded
fortifying
art
or
worn
-
out
religious
creed
.
The
defence
and
salvation
of
the
body
by
daily
bread
is
still
a
study
,
a
religion
,
and
a
desire
.
