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It
was
immediately
apparent
that
the
military
man
’
s
spur
had
become
entangled
in
the
gimp
which
decorated
the
skirt
of
her
dress
.
He
caught
a
view
of
her
face
.
"
I
’
ll
unfasten
you
in
one
moment
,
miss
,
"
he
said
,
with
new
-
born
gallantry
.
"
Oh
no
—
I
can
do
it
,
thank
you
,
"
she
hastily
replied
,
and
stooped
for
the
performance
.
The
unfastening
was
not
such
a
trifling
affair
.
The
rowel
of
the
spur
had
so
wound
itself
among
the
gimp
cords
in
those
few
moments
,
that
separation
was
likely
to
be
a
matter
of
time
.
He
too
stooped
,
and
the
lantern
standing
on
the
ground
betwixt
them
threw
the
gleam
from
its
open
side
among
the
fir
-
tree
needles
and
the
blades
of
long
damp
grass
with
the
effect
of
a
large
glowworm
.
It
radiated
upwards
into
their
faces
,
and
sent
over
half
the
plantation
gigantic
shadows
of
both
man
and
woman
,
each
dusky
shape
becoming
distorted
and
mangled
upon
the
tree
-
trunks
till
it
wasted
to
nothing
.
He
looked
hard
into
her
eyes
when
she
raised
them
for
a
moment
;
Bathsheba
looked
down
again
,
for
his
gaze
was
too
strong
to
be
received
point
-
blank
with
her
own
.
But
she
had
obliquely
noticed
that
he
was
young
and
slim
,
and
that
he
wore
three
chevrons
upon
his
sleeve
.
Bathsheba
pulled
again
.
"
You
are
a
prisoner
,
miss
;
it
is
no
use
blinking
the
matter
,
"
said
the
soldier
,
drily
.
"
I
must
cut
your
dress
if
you
are
in
such
a
hurry
.
"
"
Yes
—
please
do
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
helplessly
.
"
It
wouldn
’
t
be
necessary
if
you
could
wait
a
moment
,
"
and
he
unwound
a
cord
from
the
little
wheel
.
She
withdrew
her
own
hand
,
but
,
whether
by
accident
or
design
,
he
touched
it
.
Bathsheba
was
vexed
;
she
hardly
knew
why
.
