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The
Weatherbury
bees
were
late
in
their
swarming
this
year
.
It
was
in
the
latter
part
of
June
,
and
the
day
after
the
interview
with
Troy
in
the
hayfield
,
that
Bathsheba
was
standing
in
her
garden
,
watching
a
swarm
in
the
air
and
guessing
their
probable
settling
place
.
Not
only
were
they
late
this
year
,
but
unruly
.
Sometimes
throughout
a
whole
season
all
the
swarms
would
alight
on
the
lowest
attainable
bough
—
such
as
part
of
a
currant
-
bush
or
espalier
apple
-
tree
;
next
year
they
would
,
with
just
the
same
unanimity
,
make
straight
off
to
the
uppermost
member
of
some
tall
,
gaunt
costard
,
or
quarrenden
,
and
there
defy
all
invaders
who
did
not
come
armed
with
ladders
and
staves
to
take
them
.
This
was
the
case
at
present
.
Bathsheba
’
s
eyes
,
shaded
by
one
hand
,
were
following
the
ascending
multitude
against
the
unexplorable
stretch
of
blue
till
they
ultimately
halted
by
one
of
the
unwieldy
trees
spoken
of
.
A
process
somewhat
analogous
to
that
of
alleged
formations
of
the
universe
,
time
and
times
ago
,
was
observable
.
The
bustling
swarm
had
swept
the
sky
in
a
scattered
and
uniform
haze
,
which
now
thickened
to
a
nebulous
centre
:
this
glided
on
to
a
bough
and
grew
still
denser
,
till
it
formed
a
solid
black
spot
upon
the
light
.
The
men
and
women
being
all
busily
engaged
in
saving
the
hay
—
even
Liddy
had
left
the
house
for
the
purpose
of
lending
a
hand
—
Bathsheba
resolved
to
hive
the
bees
herself
,
if
possible
.
She
had
dressed
the
hive
with
herbs
and
honey
,
fetched
a
ladder
,
brush
,
and
crook
,
made
herself
impregnable
with
armour
of
leather
gloves
,
straw
hat
,
and
large
gauze
veil
—
once
green
but
now
faded
to
snuff
colour
—
and
ascended
a
dozen
rungs
of
the
ladder
.
At
once
she
heard
,
not
ten
yards
off
,
a
voice
that
was
beginning
to
have
a
strange
power
in
agitating
her
.
"
Miss
Everdene
,
let
me
assist
you
;
you
should
not
attempt
such
a
thing
alone
.
"
Troy
was
just
opening
the
garden
gate
.
Bathsheba
flung
down
the
brush
,
crook
,
and
empty
hive
,
pulled
the
skirt
of
her
dress
tightly
round
her
ankles
in
a
tremendous
flurry
,
and
as
well
as
she
could
slid
down
the
ladder
.
By
the
time
she
reached
the
bottom
Troy
was
there
also
,
and
he
stooped
to
pick
up
the
hive
.
"
How
fortunate
I
am
to
have
dropped
in
at
this
moment
!
"
exclaimed
the
sergeant
.
She
found
her
voice
in
a
minute
.
"
What
!
and
will
you
shake
them
in
for
me
?
"
she
asked
,
in
what
,
for
a
defiant
girl
,
was
a
faltering
way
;
though
,
for
a
timid
girl
,
it
would
have
seemed
a
brave
way
enough
.
"
Will
I
!
"
said
Troy
.
"
Why
,
of
course
I
will
.
How
blooming
you
are
to
-
day
!
"
Troy
flung
down
his
cane
and
put
his
foot
on
the
ladder
to
ascend
.
