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"
I
’
ll
punish
him
—
by
my
soul
,
that
will
I
!
I
’
ll
meet
him
,
soldier
or
no
,
and
I
’
ll
horsewhip
the
untimely
stripling
for
this
reckless
theft
of
my
one
delight
.
If
he
were
a
hundred
men
I
’
d
horsewhip
him
—
"
He
dropped
his
voice
suddenly
and
unnaturally
.
"
Bathsheba
,
sweet
,
lost
coquette
,
pardon
me
!
I
’
ve
been
blaming
you
,
threatening
you
,
behaving
like
a
churl
to
you
,
when
he
’
s
the
greatest
sinner
.
He
stole
your
dear
heart
away
with
his
unfathomable
lies
!
…
It
is
a
fortunate
thing
for
him
that
he
’
s
gone
back
to
his
regiment
—
that
he
’
s
away
up
the
country
,
and
not
here
!
I
hope
he
may
not
return
here
just
yet
.
I
pray
God
he
may
not
come
into
my
sight
,
for
I
may
be
tempted
beyond
myself
.
Oh
,
Bathsheba
,
keep
him
away
—
yes
,
keep
him
away
from
me
!
"
For
a
moment
Boldwood
stood
so
inertly
after
this
that
his
soul
seemed
to
have
been
entirely
exhaled
with
the
breath
of
his
passionate
words
.
He
turned
his
face
away
,
and
withdrew
,
and
his
form
was
soon
covered
over
by
the
twilight
as
his
footsteps
mixed
in
with
the
low
hiss
of
the
leafy
trees
.
Bathsheba
,
who
had
been
standing
motionless
as
a
model
all
this
latter
time
,
flung
her
hands
to
her
face
,
and
wildly
attempted
to
ponder
on
the
exhibition
which
had
just
passed
away
.
Such
astounding
wells
of
fevered
feeling
in
a
still
man
like
Mr
.
Boldwood
were
incomprehensible
,
dreadful
.
Instead
of
being
a
man
trained
to
repression
he
was
—
what
she
had
seen
him
.
The
force
of
the
farmer
’
s
threats
lay
in
their
relation
to
a
circumstance
known
at
present
only
to
herself
:
her
lover
was
coming
back
to
Weatherbury
in
the
course
of
the
very
next
day
or
two
.
Troy
had
not
returned
to
his
distant
barracks
as
Boldwood
and
others
supposed
,
but
had
merely
gone
to
visit
some
acquaintance
in
Bath
,
and
had
yet
a
week
or
more
remaining
to
his
furlough
.
She
felt
wretchedly
certain
that
if
he
revisited
her
just
at
this
nick
of
time
,
and
came
into
contact
with
Boldwood
,
a
fierce
quarrel
would
be
the
consequence
.
She
panted
with
solicitude
when
she
thought
of
possible
injury
to
Troy
.
The
least
spark
would
kindle
the
farmer
’
s
swift
feelings
of
rage
and
jealousy
;
he
would
lose
his
self
-
mastery
as
he
had
this
evening
;
Troy
’
s
blitheness
might
become
aggressive
;
it
might
take
the
direction
of
derision
,
and
Boldwood
’
s
anger
might
then
take
the
direction
of
revenge
.
With
almost
a
morbid
dread
of
being
thought
a
gushing
girl
,
this
guileless
woman
too
well
concealed
from
the
world
under
a
manner
of
carelessness
the
warm
depths
of
her
strong
emotions
.
But
now
there
was
no
reserve
In
her
distraction
,
instead
of
advancing
further
she
walked
up
and
down
,
beating
the
air
with
her
fingers
,
pressing
on
her
brow
,
and
sobbing
brokenly
to
herself
.
Then
she
sat
down
on
a
heap
of
stones
by
the
wayside
to
think
.
There
she
remained
long
.
Above
the
dark
margin
of
the
earth
appeared
foreshores
and
promontories
of
coppery
cloud
,
bounding
a
green
and
pellucid
expanse
in
the
western
sky
.
Amaranthine
glosses
came
over
them
then
,
and
the
unresting
world
wheeled
her
round
to
a
contrasting
prospect
eastward
,
in
the
shape
of
indecisive
and
palpitating
stars
.
She
gazed
upon
their
silent
throes
amid
the
shades
of
space
,
but
realised
none
at
all
.
Her
troubled
spirit
was
far
away
with
Troy
.
The
village
of
Weatherbury
was
quiet
as
the
graveyard
in
its
midst
,
and
the
living
were
lying
well
-
nigh
as
still
as
the
dead
.
The
church
clock
struck
eleven
.
The
air
was
so
empty
of
other
sounds
that
the
whirr
of
the
clock
-
work
immediately
before
the
strokes
was
distinct
,
and
so
was
also
the
click
of
the
same
at
their
close
.
The
notes
flew
forth
with
the
usual
blind
obtuseness
of
inanimate
things
—
flapping
and
rebounding
among
walls
,
undulating
against
the
scattered
clouds
,
spreading
through
their
interstices
into
unexplored
miles
of
space
.
Bathsheba
’
s
crannied
and
mouldy
halls
were
to
-
night
occupied
only
by
Maryann
,
Liddy
being
,
as
was
stated
,
with
her
sister
,
whom
Bathsheba
had
set
out
to
visit
.
A
few
minutes
after
eleven
had
struck
,
Maryann
turned
in
her
bed
with
a
sense
of
being
disturbed
.
She
was
totally
unconscious
of
the
nature
of
the
interruption
to
her
sleep
.
It
led
to
a
dream
,
and
the
dream
to
an
awakening
,
with
an
uneasy
sensation
that
something
had
happened
.
She
left
her
bed
and
looked
out
of
the
window
.
The
paddock
abutted
on
this
end
of
the
building
,
and
in
the
paddock
she
could
just
discern
by
the
uncertain
gray
a
moving
figure
approaching
the
horse
that
was
feeding
there
.
The
figure
seized
the
horse
by
the
forelock
,
and
led
it
to
the
corner
of
the
field
.
Here
she
could
see
some
object
which
circumstances
proved
to
be
a
vehicle
,
for
after
a
few
minutes
spent
apparently
in
harnessing
,
she
heard
the
trot
of
the
horse
down
the
road
,
mingled
with
the
sound
of
light
wheels
.
