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And
Troy
’
s
deformities
lay
deep
down
from
a
woman
’
s
vision
,
whilst
his
embellishments
were
upon
the
very
surface
;
thus
contrasting
with
homely
Oak
,
whose
defects
were
patent
to
the
blindest
,
and
whose
virtues
were
as
metals
in
a
mine
.
The
difference
between
love
and
respect
was
markedly
shown
in
her
conduct
.
Bathsheba
had
spoken
of
her
interest
in
Boldwood
with
the
greatest
freedom
to
Liddy
,
but
she
had
only
communed
with
her
own
heart
concerning
Troy
.
All
this
infatuation
Gabriel
saw
,
and
was
troubled
thereby
from
the
time
of
his
daily
journey
a
-
field
to
the
time
of
his
return
,
and
on
to
the
small
hours
of
many
a
night
.
That
he
was
not
beloved
had
hitherto
been
his
great
sorrow
;
that
Bathsheba
was
getting
into
the
toils
was
now
a
sorrow
greater
than
the
first
,
and
one
which
nearly
obscured
it
.
It
was
a
result
which
paralleled
the
oft
-
quoted
observation
of
Hippocrates
concerning
physical
pains
.
That
is
a
noble
though
perhaps
an
unpromising
love
which
not
even
the
fear
of
breeding
aversion
in
the
bosom
of
the
one
beloved
can
deter
from
combating
his
or
her
errors
.
Oak
determined
to
speak
to
his
mistress
.
He
would
base
his
appeal
on
what
he
considered
her
unfair
treatment
of
Farmer
Boldwood
,
now
absent
from
home
.
An
opportunity
occurred
one
evening
when
she
had
gone
for
a
short
walk
by
a
path
through
the
neighbouring
cornfields
.
It
was
dusk
when
Oak
,
who
had
not
been
far
a
-
field
that
day
,
took
the
same
path
and
met
her
returning
,
quite
pensively
,
as
he
thought
.
The
wheat
was
now
tall
,
and
the
path
was
narrow
;
thus
the
way
was
quite
a
sunken
groove
between
the
embowing
thicket
on
either
side
.
Two
persons
could
not
walk
abreast
without
damaging
the
crop
,
and
Oak
stood
aside
to
let
her
pass
.
"
Oh
,
is
it
Gabriel
?
"
she
said
.
"
You
are
taking
a
walk
too
.
Good
-
night
.
"
"
I
thought
I
would
come
to
meet
you
,
as
it
is
rather
late
,
"
said
Oak
,
turning
and
following
at
her
heels
when
she
had
brushed
somewhat
quickly
by
him
.
"
Thank
you
,
indeed
,
but
I
am
not
very
fearful
.
"
"
Oh
no
;
but
there
are
bad
characters
about
.
"
