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"
But
you
must
have
on
the
veil
and
gloves
,
or
you
’
ll
be
stung
fearfully
!
"
"
Ah
,
yes
.
I
must
put
on
the
veil
and
gloves
.
Will
you
kindly
show
me
how
to
fix
them
properly
?
"
"
And
you
must
have
the
broad
-
brimmed
hat
,
too
,
for
your
cap
has
no
brim
to
keep
the
veil
off
,
and
they
’
d
reach
your
face
.
"
"
The
broad
-
brimmed
hat
,
too
,
by
all
means
.
"
So
a
whimsical
fate
ordered
that
her
hat
should
be
taken
off
—
veil
and
all
attached
—
and
placed
upon
his
head
,
Troy
tossing
his
own
into
a
gooseberry
bush
.
Then
the
veil
had
to
be
tied
at
its
lower
edge
round
his
collar
and
the
gloves
put
on
him
.
He
looked
such
an
extraordinary
object
in
this
guise
that
,
flurried
as
she
was
,
she
could
not
avoid
laughing
outright
.
It
was
the
removal
of
yet
another
stake
from
the
palisade
of
cold
manners
which
had
kept
him
off
.
Bathsheba
looked
on
from
the
ground
whilst
he
was
busy
sweeping
and
shaking
the
bees
from
the
tree
,
holding
up
the
hive
with
the
other
hand
for
them
to
fall
into
.
She
made
use
of
an
unobserved
minute
whilst
his
attention
was
absorbed
in
the
operation
to
arrange
her
plumes
a
little
.
He
came
down
holding
the
hive
at
arm
’
s
length
,
behind
which
trailed
a
cloud
of
bees
.
"
Upon
my
life
,
"
said
Troy
,
through
the
veil
,
"
holding
up
this
hive
makes
one
’
s
arm
ache
worse
than
a
week
of
sword
-
exercise
.
"
When
the
manœuvre
was
complete
he
approached
her
.
"
Would
you
be
good
enough
to
untie
me
and
let
me
out
?
I
am
nearly
stifled
inside
this
silk
cage
.
"
To
hide
her
embarrassment
during
the
unwonted
process
of
untying
the
string
about
his
neck
,
she
said
:
—
