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Bathsheba
really
knew
not
what
to
say
.
"
I
’
ve
seen
a
good
many
women
in
my
time
,
"
continued
the
young
man
in
a
murmur
,
and
more
thoughtfully
than
hitherto
,
critically
regarding
her
bent
head
at
the
same
time
;
"
but
I
’
ve
never
seen
a
woman
so
beautiful
as
you
.
Take
it
or
leave
it
—
be
offended
or
like
it
—
I
don
’
t
care
.
"
"
Who
are
you
,
then
,
who
can
so
well
afford
to
despise
opinion
?
"
"
No
stranger
.
Sergeant
Troy
.
I
am
staying
in
this
place
.
—
There
!
it
is
undone
at
last
,
you
see
.
Your
light
fingers
were
more
eager
than
mine
.
I
wish
it
had
been
the
knot
of
knots
,
which
there
’
s
no
untying
!
"
This
was
worse
and
worse
.
She
started
up
,
and
so
did
he
.
How
to
decently
get
away
from
him
—
that
was
her
difficulty
now
.
She
sidled
off
inch
by
inch
,
the
lantern
in
her
hand
,
till
she
could
see
the
redness
of
his
coat
no
longer
.
"
Ah
,
Beauty
;
good
-
bye
!
"
he
said
.
She
made
no
reply
,
and
,
reaching
a
distance
of
twenty
or
thirty
yards
,
turned
about
,
and
ran
indoors
.
Liddy
had
just
retired
to
rest
.
In
ascending
to
her
own
chamber
,
Bathsheba
opened
the
girl
’
s
door
an
inch
or
two
,
and
,
panting
,
said
—
"
Liddy
,
is
any
soldier
staying
in
the
village
—
sergeant
somebody
—
rather
gentlemanly
for
a
sergeant
,
and
good
looking
—
a
red
coat
with
blue
facings
?
"
