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Leaving
her
instructions
with
Gabriel
and
Maryann
,
that
they
were
to
see
everything
carefully
locked
up
for
the
night
,
she
went
out
of
the
house
just
at
the
close
of
a
timely
thunder
-
shower
,
which
had
refined
the
air
,
and
daintily
bathed
the
coat
of
the
land
,
though
all
beneath
was
dry
as
ever
.
Freshness
was
exhaled
in
an
essence
from
the
varied
contours
of
bank
and
hollow
,
as
if
the
earth
breathed
maiden
breath
;
and
the
pleased
birds
were
hymning
to
the
scene
.
Before
her
,
among
the
clouds
,
there
was
a
contrast
in
the
shape
of
lairs
of
fierce
light
which
showed
themselves
in
the
neighbourhood
of
a
hidden
sun
,
lingering
on
to
the
farthest
north
-
west
corner
of
the
heavens
that
this
midsummer
season
allowed
.
She
had
walked
nearly
two
miles
of
her
journey
,
watching
how
the
day
was
retreating
,
and
thinking
how
the
time
of
deeds
was
quietly
melting
into
the
time
of
thought
,
to
give
place
in
its
turn
to
the
time
of
prayer
and
sleep
,
when
she
beheld
advancing
over
Yalbury
hill
the
very
man
she
sought
so
anxiously
to
elude
.
Boldwood
was
stepping
on
,
not
with
that
quiet
tread
of
reserved
strength
which
was
his
customary
gait
,
in
which
he
always
seemed
to
be
balancing
two
thoughts
.
His
manner
was
stunned
and
sluggish
now
.
Boldwood
had
for
the
first
time
been
awakened
to
woman
’
s
privileges
in
tergiversation
even
when
it
involves
another
person
’
s
possible
blight
.
That
Bathsheba
was
a
firm
and
positive
girl
,
far
less
inconsequent
than
her
fellows
,
had
been
the
very
lung
of
his
hope
;
for
he
had
held
that
these
qualities
would
lead
her
to
adhere
to
a
straight
course
for
consistency
’
s
sake
,
and
accept
him
,
though
her
fancy
might
not
flood
him
with
the
iridescent
hues
of
uncritical
love
.
But
the
argument
now
came
back
as
sorry
gleams
from
a
broken
mirror
.
The
discovery
was
no
less
a
scourge
than
a
surprise
.
He
came
on
looking
upon
the
ground
,
and
did
not
see
Bathsheba
till
they
were
less
than
a
stone
’
s
throw
apart
.
He
looked
up
at
the
sound
of
her
pit
-
pat
,
and
his
changed
appearance
sufficiently
denoted
to
her
the
depth
and
strength
of
the
feelings
paralyzed
by
her
letter
.
"
Oh
;
is
it
you
,
Mr
.
Boldwood
?
"
she
faltered
,
a
guilty
warmth
pulsing
in
her
face
.
Those
who
have
the
power
of
reproaching
in
silence
may
find
it
a
means
more
effective
than
words
.
There
are
accents
in
the
eye
which
are
not
on
the
tongue
,
and
more
tales
come
from
pale
lips
than
can
enter
an
ear
.
It
is
both
the
grandeur
and
the
pain
of
the
remoter
moods
that
they
avoid
the
pathway
of
sound
.
Boldwood
’
s
look
was
unanswerable
.
Seeing
she
turned
a
little
aside
,
he
said
,
"
What
,
are
you
afraid
of
me
?
"
"
Why
should
you
say
that
?
"
said
Bathsheba
.
"
I
fancied
you
looked
so
,
"
said
he
.
"
And
it
is
most
strange
,
because
of
its
contrast
with
my
feeling
for
you
.
"
