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Bathsheba
then
wished
them
good
-
night
,
withdrew
from
the
window
,
and
retired
to
the
back
part
of
the
room
,
Boldwood
thereupon
closing
the
sash
and
the
shutters
,
and
remaining
inside
with
her
.
Oak
wandered
away
under
the
quiet
and
scented
trees
.
Recovering
from
the
softer
impressions
produced
by
Bathsheba
’
s
voice
,
the
shearers
rose
to
leave
,
Coggan
turning
to
Pennyways
as
he
pushed
back
the
bench
to
pass
out
:
—
"
I
like
to
give
praise
where
praise
is
due
,
and
the
man
deserves
it
—
that
’
a
do
so
,
"
he
remarked
,
looking
at
the
worthy
thief
,
as
if
he
were
the
masterpiece
of
some
world
-
renowned
artist
.
"
I
’
m
sure
I
should
never
have
believed
it
if
we
hadn
’
t
proved
it
,
so
to
allude
,
"
hiccupped
Joseph
Poorgrass
,
"
that
every
cup
,
every
one
of
the
best
knives
and
forks
,
and
every
empty
bottle
be
in
their
place
as
perfect
now
as
at
the
beginning
,
and
not
one
stole
at
all
.
"
"
I
’
m
sure
I
don
’
t
deserve
half
the
praise
you
give
me
,
"
said
the
virtuous
thief
,
grimly
.
"
Well
,
I
’
ll
say
this
for
Pennyways
,
"
added
Coggan
,
"
that
whenever
he
do
really
make
up
his
mind
to
do
a
noble
thing
in
the
shape
of
a
good
action
,
as
I
could
see
by
his
face
he
did
to
-
night
afore
sitting
down
,
he
’
s
generally
able
to
carry
it
out
.
Yes
,
I
’
m
proud
to
say
,
neighbours
,
that
he
’
s
stole
nothing
at
all
.
"
"
Well
,
’
tis
an
honest
deed
,
and
we
thank
ye
for
it
,
Pennyways
,
"
said
Joseph
;
to
which
opinion
the
remainder
of
the
company
subscribed
unanimously
.
At
this
time
of
departure
,
when
nothing
more
was
visible
of
the
inside
of
the
parlour
than
a
thin
and
still
chink
of
light
between
the
shutters
,
a
passionate
scene
was
in
course
of
enactment
there
.
Miss
Everdene
and
Boldwood
were
alone
.
Her
cheeks
had
lost
a
great
deal
of
their
healthful
fire
from
the
very
seriousness
of
her
position
;
but
her
eye
was
bright
with
the
excitement
of
a
triumph
—
though
it
was
a
triumph
which
had
rather
been
contemplated
than
desired
.
She
was
standing
behind
a
low
arm
-
chair
,
from
which
she
had
just
risen
,
and
he
was
kneeling
in
it
—
inclining
himself
over
its
back
towards
her
,
and
holding
her
hand
in
both
his
own
.
His
body
moved
restlessly
,
and
it
was
with
what
Keats
daintily
calls
a
too
happy
happiness
.
This
unwonted
abstraction
by
love
of
all
dignity
from
a
man
of
whom
it
had
ever
seemed
the
chief
component
,
was
,
in
its
distressing
incongruity
,
a
pain
to
her
which
quenched
much
of
the
pleasure
she
derived
from
the
proof
that
she
was
idolized
.
"
I
will
try
to
love
you
,
"
she
was
saying
,
in
a
trembling
voice
quite
unlike
her
usual
self
-
confidence
.
"
And
if
I
can
believe
in
any
way
that
I
shall
make
you
a
good
wife
I
shall
indeed
be
willing
to
marry
you
.
But
,
Mr
.
Boldwood
,
hesitation
on
so
high
a
matter
is
honourable
in
any
woman
,
and
I
don
’
t
want
to
give
a
solemn
promise
to
-
night
.
I
would
rather
ask
you
to
wait
a
few
weeks
till
I
can
see
my
situation
better
.
