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"
Ah
!
"
she
replied
,
and
there
was
even
a
little
tremulousness
in
the
usually
cool
girl
’
s
voice
;
"
if
you
can
only
fight
half
as
winningly
as
you
can
talk
,
you
are
able
to
make
a
pleasure
of
a
bayonet
wound
!
"
And
then
poor
Bathsheba
instantly
perceived
her
slip
in
making
this
admission
:
in
hastily
trying
to
retrieve
it
,
she
went
from
bad
to
worse
.
"
Don
’
t
,
however
,
suppose
that
I
derive
any
pleasure
from
what
you
tell
me
.
"
"
I
know
you
do
not
—
I
know
it
perfectly
,
"
said
Troy
,
with
much
hearty
conviction
on
the
exterior
of
his
face
:
and
altering
the
expression
to
moodiness
;
"
when
a
dozen
men
are
ready
to
speak
tenderly
to
you
,
and
give
the
admiration
you
deserve
without
adding
the
warning
you
need
,
it
stands
to
reason
that
my
poor
rough
-
and
-
ready
mixture
of
praise
and
blame
cannot
convey
much
pleasure
.
Fool
as
I
may
be
,
I
am
not
so
conceited
as
to
suppose
that
!
"
"
I
think
you
—
are
conceited
,
nevertheless
,
"
said
Bathsheba
,
looking
askance
at
a
reed
she
was
fitfully
pulling
with
one
hand
,
having
lately
grown
feverish
under
the
soldier
’
s
system
of
procedure
—
not
because
the
nature
of
his
cajolery
was
entirely
unperceived
,
but
because
its
vigour
was
overwhelming
.
"
I
would
not
own
it
to
anybody
else
—
nor
do
I
exactly
to
you
.
Still
,
there
might
have
been
some
self
-
conceit
in
my
foolish
supposition
the
other
night
.
I
knew
that
what
I
said
in
admiration
might
be
an
opinion
too
often
forced
upon
you
to
give
any
pleasure
,
but
I
certainly
did
think
that
the
kindness
of
your
nature
might
prevent
you
judging
an
uncontrolled
tongue
harshly
—
which
you
have
done
—
and
thinking
badly
of
me
and
wounding
me
this
morning
,
when
I
am
working
hard
to
save
your
hay
.
"
"
Well
,
you
need
not
think
more
of
that
:
perhaps
you
did
not
mean
to
be
rude
to
me
by
speaking
out
your
mind
:
indeed
,
I
believe
you
did
not
,
"
said
the
shrewd
woman
,
in
painfully
innocent
earnest
.
"
And
I
thank
you
for
giving
help
here
.
But
—
but
mind
you
don
’
t
speak
to
me
again
in
that
way
,
or
in
any
other
,
unless
I
speak
to
you
.
"
"
Oh
,
Miss
Bathsheba
!
That
is
too
hard
!
"
"
No
,
it
isn
’
t
.
Why
is
it
?
"
"
You
will
never
speak
to
me
;
for
I
shall
not
be
here
long
.
I
am
soon
going
back
again
to
the
miserable
monotony
of
drill
—
and
perhaps
our
regiment
will
be
ordered
out
soon
.
And
yet
you
take
away
the
one
little
ewe
-
lamb
of
pleasure
that
I
have
in
this
dull
life
of
mine
.
Well
,
perhaps
generosity
is
not
a
woman
’
s
most
marked
characteristic
.
"
"
When
are
you
going
from
here
?
"
she
asked
,
with
some
interest
.
