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To
-
day
the
large
side
doors
were
thrown
open
towards
the
sun
to
admit
a
bountiful
light
to
the
immediate
spot
of
the
shearers
’
operations
,
which
was
the
wood
threshing
-
floor
in
the
centre
,
formed
of
thick
oak
,
black
with
age
and
polished
by
the
beating
of
flails
for
many
generations
,
till
it
had
grown
as
slippery
and
as
rich
in
hue
as
the
state
-
room
floors
of
an
Elizabethan
mansion
.
Here
the
shearers
knelt
,
the
sun
slanting
in
upon
their
bleached
shirts
,
tanned
arms
,
and
the
polished
shears
they
flourished
,
causing
these
to
bristle
with
a
thousand
rays
strong
enough
to
blind
a
weak
-
eyed
man
.
Beneath
them
a
captive
sheep
lay
panting
,
quickening
its
pants
as
misgiving
merged
in
terror
,
till
it
quivered
like
the
hot
landscape
outside
.
This
picture
of
to
-
day
in
its
frame
of
four
hundred
years
ago
did
not
produce
that
marked
contrast
between
ancient
and
modern
which
is
implied
by
the
contrast
of
date
.
In
comparison
with
cities
,
Weatherbury
was
immutable
.
The
citizen
’
s
Then
is
the
rustic
’
s
Now
.
In
London
,
twenty
or
thirty
-
years
ago
are
old
times
;
in
Paris
ten
years
,
or
five
;
in
Weatherbury
three
or
four
score
years
were
included
in
the
mere
present
,
and
nothing
less
than
a
century
set
a
mark
on
its
face
or
tone
.
Five
decades
hardly
modified
the
cut
of
a
gaiter
,
the
embroidery
of
a
smock
-
frock
,
by
the
breadth
of
a
hair
.
Ten
generations
failed
to
alter
the
turn
of
a
single
phrase
.
In
these
Wessex
nooks
the
busy
outsider
’
s
ancient
times
are
only
old
;
his
old
times
are
still
new
;
his
present
is
futurity
.
So
the
barn
was
natural
to
the
shearers
,
and
the
shearers
were
in
harmony
with
the
barn
.
The
spacious
ends
of
the
building
,
answering
ecclesiastically
to
nave
and
chancel
extremities
,
were
fenced
off
with
hurdles
,
the
sheep
being
all
collected
in
a
crowd
within
these
two
enclosures
;
and
in
one
angle
a
catching
-
pen
was
formed
,
in
which
three
or
four
sheep
were
continuously
kept
ready
for
the
shearers
to
seize
without
loss
of
time
.
In
the
background
,
mellowed
by
tawny
shade
,
were
the
three
women
,
Maryann
Money
,
and
Temperance
and
Soberness
Miller
,
gathering
up
the
fleeces
and
twisting
ropes
of
wool
with
a
wimble
for
tying
them
round
.
They
were
indifferently
well
assisted
by
the
old
maltster
,
who
,
when
the
malting
season
from
October
to
April
had
passed
,
made
himself
useful
upon
any
of
the
bordering
farmsteads
.
Behind
all
was
Bathsheba
,
carefully
watching
the
men
to
see
that
there
was
no
cutting
or
wounding
through
carelessness
,
and
that
the
animals
were
shorn
close
.
Gabriel
,
who
flitted
and
hovered
under
her
bright
eyes
like
a
moth
,
did
not
shear
continuously
,
half
his
time
being
spent
in
attending
to
the
others
and
selecting
the
sheep
for
them
.
At
the
present
moment
he
was
engaged
in
handing
round
a
mug
of
mild
liquor
,
supplied
from
a
barrel
in
the
corner
,
and
cut
pieces
of
bread
and
cheese
.
Bathsheba
,
after
throwing
a
glance
here
,
a
caution
there
,
and
lecturing
one
of
the
younger
operators
who
had
allowed
his
last
finished
sheep
to
go
off
among
the
flock
without
re
-
stamping
it
with
her
initials
,
came
again
to
Gabriel
,
as
he
put
down
the
luncheon
to
drag
a
frightened
ewe
to
his
shear
-
station
,
flinging
it
over
upon
its
back
with
a
dexterous
twist
of
the
arm
.
He
lopped
off
the
tresses
about
its
head
,
and
opened
up
the
neck
and
collar
,
his
mistress
quietly
looking
on
.
"
She
blushes
at
the
insult
,
"
murmured
Bathsheba
,
watching
the
pink
flush
which
arose
and
overspread
the
neck
and
shoulders
of
the
ewe
where
they
were
left
bare
by
the
clicking
shears
—
a
flush
which
was
enviable
,
for
its
delicacy
,
by
many
queens
of
coteries
,
and
would
have
been
creditable
,
for
its
promptness
,
to
any
woman
in
the
world
.
Poor
Gabriel
’
s
soul
was
fed
with
a
luxury
of
content
by
having
her
over
him
,
her
eyes
critically
regarding
his
skilful
shears
,
which
apparently
were
going
to
gather
up
a
piece
of
the
flesh
at
every
close
,
and
yet
never
did
so
.
Like
Guildenstern
,
Oak
was
happy
in
that
he
was
not
over
happy
.
He
had
no
wish
to
converse
with
her
:
that
his
bright
lady
and
himself
formed
one
group
,
exclusively
their
own
,
and
containing
no
others
in
the
world
,
was
enough
.
So
the
chatter
was
all
on
her
side
.
There
is
a
loquacity
that
tells
nothing
,
which
was
Bathsheba
’
s
;
and
there
is
a
silence
which
says
much
:
that
was
Gabriel
’
s
.
Full
of
this
dim
and
temperate
bliss
,
he
went
on
to
fling
the
ewe
over
upon
her
other
side
,
covering
her
head
with
his
knee
,
gradually
running
the
shears
line
after
line
round
her
dewlap
;
thence
about
her
flank
and
back
,
and
finishing
over
the
tail
.
