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"
I
must
leave
you
now
,
"
said
Troy
,
softly
.
"
And
I
’
ll
venture
to
take
and
keep
this
in
remembrance
of
you
.
"
She
saw
him
stoop
to
the
grass
,
pick
up
the
winding
lock
which
he
had
severed
from
her
manifold
tresses
,
twist
it
round
his
fingers
,
unfasten
a
button
in
the
breast
of
his
coat
,
and
carefully
put
it
inside
.
She
felt
powerless
to
withstand
or
deny
him
He
was
altogether
too
much
for
her
,
and
Bathsheba
seemed
as
one
who
,
facing
a
reviving
wind
,
finds
it
blow
so
strongly
that
it
stops
the
breath
.
He
drew
near
and
said
,
"
I
must
be
leaving
you
.
"
He
drew
nearer
still
.
A
minute
later
and
she
saw
his
scarlet
form
disappear
amid
the
ferny
thicket
,
almost
in
a
flash
,
like
a
brand
swiftly
waved
.
That
minute
’
s
interval
had
brought
the
blood
beating
into
her
face
,
set
her
stinging
as
if
aflame
to
the
very
hollows
of
her
feet
,
and
enlarged
emotion
to
a
compass
which
quite
swamped
thought
.
It
had
brought
upon
her
a
stroke
resulting
,
as
did
that
of
Moses
in
Horeb
,
in
a
liquid
stream
—
here
a
stream
of
tears
.
She
felt
like
one
who
has
sinned
a
great
sin
.
The
circumstance
had
been
the
gentle
dip
of
Troy
’
s
mouth
downwards
upon
her
own
.
He
had
kissed
her
.
We
now
see
the
element
of
folly
distinctly
mingling
with
the
many
varying
particulars
which
made
up
the
character
of
Bathsheba
Everdene
.
It
was
almost
foreign
to
her
intrinsic
nature
.
Introduced
as
lymph
on
the
dart
of
Eros
,
it
eventually
permeated
and
coloured
her
whole
constitution
.
Bathsheba
,
though
she
had
too
much
understanding
to
be
entirely
governed
by
her
womanliness
,
had
too
much
womanliness
to
use
her
understanding
to
the
best
advantage
.
Perhaps
in
no
minor
point
does
woman
astonish
her
helpmate
more
than
in
the
strange
power
she
possesses
of
believing
cajoleries
that
she
knows
to
be
false
—
except
,
indeed
,
in
that
of
being
utterly
sceptical
on
strictures
that
she
knows
to
be
true
.
Bathsheba
loved
Troy
in
the
way
that
only
self
-
reliant
women
love
when
they
abandon
their
self
-
reliance
.
When
a
strong
woman
recklessly
throws
away
her
strength
she
is
worse
than
a
weak
woman
who
has
never
had
any
strength
to
throw
away
.
One
source
of
her
inadequacy
is
the
novelty
of
the
occasion
.
She
has
never
had
practice
in
making
the
best
of
such
a
condition
.
Weakness
is
doubly
weak
by
being
new
.
Bathsheba
was
not
conscious
of
guile
in
this
matter
.
Though
in
one
sense
a
woman
of
the
world
,
it
was
,
after
all
,
that
world
of
daylight
coteries
and
green
carpets
wherein
cattle
form
the
passing
crowd
and
winds
the
busy
hum
;
where
a
quiet
family
of
rabbits
or
hares
lives
on
the
other
side
of
your
party
-
wall
,
where
your
neighbour
is
everybody
in
the
tything
,
and
where
calculation
is
confined
to
market
-
days
.
Of
the
fabricated
tastes
of
good
fashionable
society
she
knew
but
little
,
and
of
the
formulated
self
-
indulgence
of
bad
,
nothing
at
all
.
Had
her
utmost
thoughts
in
this
direction
been
distinctly
worded
(
and
by
herself
they
never
were
)
,
they
would
only
have
amounted
to
such
a
matter
as
that
she
felt
her
impulses
to
be
pleasanter
guides
than
her
discretion
.
Her
love
was
entire
as
a
child
’
s
,
and
though
warm
as
summer
it
was
fresh
as
spring
.
Her
culpability
lay
in
her
making
no
attempt
to
control
feeling
by
subtle
and
careful
inquiry
into
consequences
.
She
could
show
others
the
steep
and
thorny
way
,
but
"
reck
’
d
not
her
own
rede
.
"
