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"
Well
,
never
mind
arguing
—
never
mind
.
One
thing
is
sure
:
you
were
all
but
mine
,
and
now
you
are
not
nearly
mine
.
Everything
is
changed
,
and
that
by
you
alone
,
remember
.
You
were
nothing
to
me
once
,
and
I
was
contented
;
you
are
now
nothing
to
me
again
,
and
how
different
the
second
nothing
is
from
the
first
!
Would
to
God
you
had
never
taken
me
up
,
since
it
was
only
to
throw
me
down
!
"
Bathsheba
,
in
spite
of
her
mettle
,
began
to
feel
unmistakable
signs
that
she
was
inherently
the
weaker
vessel
.
She
strove
miserably
against
this
femininity
which
would
insist
upon
supplying
unbidden
emotions
in
stronger
and
stronger
current
.
She
had
tried
to
elude
agitation
by
fixing
her
mind
on
the
trees
,
sky
,
any
trivial
object
before
her
eyes
,
whilst
his
reproaches
fell
,
but
ingenuity
could
not
save
her
now
.
"
I
did
not
take
you
up
—
surely
I
did
not
!
"
she
answered
as
heroically
as
she
could
.
"
But
don
’
t
be
in
this
mood
with
me
.
I
can
endure
being
told
I
am
in
the
wrong
,
if
you
will
only
tell
it
me
gently
!
O
sir
,
will
you
not
kindly
forgive
me
,
and
look
at
it
cheerfully
?
"
"
Cheerfully
!
Can
a
man
fooled
to
utter
heart
-
burning
find
a
reason
for
being
merry
?
If
I
have
lost
,
how
can
I
be
as
if
I
had
won
?
Heavens
you
must
be
heartless
quite
!
Had
I
known
what
a
fearfully
bitter
sweet
this
was
to
be
,
how
I
would
have
avoided
you
,
and
never
seen
you
,
and
been
deaf
of
you
.
I
tell
you
all
this
,
but
what
do
you
care
!
You
don
’
t
care
.
"
She
returned
silent
and
weak
denials
to
his
charges
,
and
swayed
her
head
desperately
,
as
if
to
thrust
away
the
words
as
they
came
showering
about
her
ears
from
the
lips
of
the
trembling
man
in
the
climax
of
life
,
with
his
bronzed
Roman
face
and
fine
frame
.
"
Dearest
,
dearest
,
I
am
wavering
even
now
between
the
two
opposites
of
recklessly
renouncing
you
,
and
labouring
humbly
for
you
again
.
Forget
that
you
have
said
No
,
and
let
it
be
as
it
was
!
Say
,
Bathsheba
,
that
you
only
wrote
that
refusal
to
me
in
fun
—
come
,
say
it
to
me
!
"
"
It
would
be
untrue
,
and
painful
to
both
of
us
.
You
overrate
my
capacity
for
love
.
I
don
’
t
possess
half
the
warmth
of
nature
you
believe
me
to
have
.
An
unprotected
childhood
in
a
cold
world
has
beaten
gentleness
out
of
me
.
"
He
immediately
said
with
more
resentment
:
"
That
may
be
true
,
somewhat
;
but
ah
,
Miss
Everdene
,
it
won
’
t
do
as
a
reason
!
You
are
not
the
cold
woman
you
would
have
me
believe
.
No
,
no
!
It
isn
’
t
because
you
have
no
feeling
in
you
that
you
don
’
t
love
me
.
You
naturally
would
have
me
think
so
—
you
would
hide
from
me
that
you
have
a
burning
heart
like
mine
.
You
have
love
enough
,
but
it
is
turned
into
a
new
channel
.
I
know
where
.
"
