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"
I
don
’
t
think
I
am
afraid
.
You
are
quite
sure
you
will
not
hurt
me
?
"
"
Quite
sure
.
"
"
Is
the
sword
very
sharp
?
"
"
O
no
—
only
stand
as
still
as
a
statue
.
Now
!
"
In
an
instant
the
atmosphere
was
transformed
to
Bathsheba
’
s
eyes
.
Beams
of
light
caught
from
the
low
sun
’
s
rays
,
above
,
around
,
in
front
of
her
,
well
-
nigh
shut
out
earth
and
heaven
—
all
emitted
in
the
marvellous
evolutions
of
Troy
’
s
reflecting
blade
,
which
seemed
everywhere
at
once
,
and
yet
nowhere
specially
.
These
circling
gleams
were
accompanied
by
a
keen
rush
that
was
almost
a
whistling
—
also
springing
from
all
sides
of
her
at
once
.
In
short
,
she
was
enclosed
in
a
firmament
of
light
,
and
of
sharp
hisses
,
resembling
a
sky
-
full
of
meteors
close
at
hand
.
Never
since
the
broadsword
became
the
national
weapon
had
there
been
more
dexterity
shown
in
its
management
than
by
the
hands
of
Sergeant
Troy
,
and
never
had
he
been
in
such
splendid
temper
for
the
performance
as
now
in
the
evening
sunshine
among
the
ferns
with
Bathsheba
.
It
may
safely
be
asserted
with
respect
to
the
closeness
of
his
cuts
,
that
had
it
been
possible
for
the
edge
of
the
sword
to
leave
in
the
air
a
permanent
substance
wherever
it
flew
past
,
the
space
left
untouched
would
have
been
almost
a
mould
of
Bathsheba
’
s
figure
.
Behind
the
luminous
streams
of
this
aurora
militaris
,
she
could
see
the
hue
of
Troy
’
s
sword
arm
,
spread
in
a
scarlet
haze
over
the
space
covered
by
its
motions
,
like
a
twanged
harpstring
,
and
behind
all
Troy
himself
,
mostly
facing
her
;
sometimes
,
to
show
the
rear
cuts
,
half
turned
away
,
his
eye
nevertheless
always
keenly
measuring
her
breadth
and
outline
,
and
his
lips
tightly
closed
in
sustained
effort
.
Next
,
his
movements
lapsed
slower
,
and
she
could
see
them
individually
.
The
hissing
of
the
sword
had
ceased
,
and
he
stopped
entirely
.
"
That
outer
loose
lock
of
hair
wants
tidying
,
"
he
said
,
before
she
had
moved
or
spoken
.
"
Wait
:
I
’
ll
do
it
for
you
.
"
An
arc
of
silver
shone
on
her
right
side
:
the
sword
had
descended
.
The
lock
dropped
to
the
ground
.
"
Bravely
borne
!
"
said
Troy
.
"
You
didn
’
t
flinch
a
shade
’
s
thickness
.
Wonderful
in
a
woman
!
"
