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"
Well
done
,
and
done
quickly
!
"
said
Bathsheba
,
looking
at
her
watch
as
the
last
snip
resounded
.
"
How
long
,
miss
?
"
said
Gabriel
,
wiping
his
brow
.
"
Three
-
and
-
twenty
minutes
and
a
half
since
you
took
the
first
lock
from
its
forehead
.
It
is
the
first
time
that
I
have
ever
seen
one
done
in
less
than
half
an
hour
.
"
The
clean
,
sleek
creature
arose
from
its
fleece
—
how
perfectly
like
Aphrodite
rising
from
the
foam
should
have
been
seen
to
be
realized
—
looking
startled
and
shy
at
the
loss
of
its
garment
,
which
lay
on
the
floor
in
one
soft
cloud
,
united
throughout
,
the
portion
visible
being
the
inner
surface
only
,
which
,
never
before
exposed
,
was
white
as
snow
,
and
without
flaw
or
blemish
of
the
minutest
kind
.
"
Cain
Ball
!
"
"
Yes
,
Mister
Oak
;
here
I
be
!
"
Cainy
now
runs
forward
with
the
tar
-
pot
.
"
B
.
E
.
"
is
newly
stamped
upon
the
shorn
skin
,
and
away
the
simple
dam
leaps
,
panting
,
over
the
board
into
the
shirtless
flock
outside
.
Then
up
comes
Maryann
;
throws
the
loose
locks
into
the
middle
of
the
fleece
,
rolls
it
up
,
and
carries
it
into
the
background
as
three
-
and
-
a
-
half
pounds
of
unadulterated
warmth
for
the
winter
enjoyment
of
persons
unknown
and
far
away
,
who
will
,
however
,
never
experience
the
superlative
comfort
derivable
from
the
wool
as
it
here
exists
,
new
and
pure
—
before
the
unctuousness
of
its
nature
whilst
in
a
living
state
has
dried
,
stiffened
,
and
been
washed
out
—
rendering
it
just
now
as
superior
to
anything
woollen
as
cream
is
superior
to
milk
-
and
-
water
.
But
heartless
circumstance
could
not
leave
entire
Gabriel
’
s
happiness
of
this
morning
.
The
rams
,
old
ewes
,
and
two
-
shear
ewes
had
duly
undergone
their
stripping
,
and
the
men
were
proceeding
with
the
shear
-
lings
and
hogs
,
when
Oak
’
s
belief
that
she
was
going
to
stand
pleasantly
by
and
time
him
through
another
performance
was
painfully
interrupted
by
Farmer
Boldwood
’
s
appearance
in
the
extremest
corner
of
the
barn
.
Nobody
seemed
to
have
perceived
his
entry
,
but
there
he
certainly
was
.
Boldwood
always
carried
with
him
a
social
atmosphere
of
his
own
,
which
everybody
felt
who
came
near
him
;
and
the
talk
,
which
Bathsheba
’
s
presence
had
somewhat
suppressed
,
was
now
totally
suspended
.
He
crossed
over
towards
Bathsheba
,
who
turned
to
greet
him
with
a
carriage
of
perfect
ease
.
He
spoke
to
her
in
low
tones
,
and
she
instinctively
modulated
her
own
to
the
same
pitch
,
and
her
voice
ultimately
even
caught
the
inflection
of
his
.
