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"
Fifty
pounds
to
marry
Fanny
.
Good
.
Twenty
-
one
pounds
not
to
marry
Fanny
,
but
Bathsheba
.
Good
.
Finale
:
already
Bathsheba
’
s
husband
.
Now
,
Boldwood
,
yours
is
the
ridiculous
fate
which
always
attends
interference
between
a
man
and
his
wife
.
And
another
word
Bad
as
I
am
,
I
am
not
such
a
villain
as
to
make
the
marriage
or
misery
of
any
woman
a
matter
of
huckster
and
sale
.
Fanny
has
long
ago
left
me
.
I
don
’
t
know
where
she
is
.
I
have
searched
everywhere
.
Another
word
yet
.
You
say
you
love
Bathsheba
;
yet
on
the
merest
apparent
evidence
you
instantly
believe
in
her
dishonour
.
A
fig
for
such
love
!
Now
that
I
’
ve
taught
you
a
lesson
,
take
your
money
back
again
.
"
"
I
will
not
;
I
will
not
!
"
said
Boldwood
,
in
a
hiss
.
"
Anyhow
I
won
’
t
have
it
,
"
said
Troy
,
contemptuously
.
He
wrapped
the
packet
of
gold
in
the
notes
,
and
threw
the
whole
into
the
road
.
Boldwood
shook
his
clenched
fist
at
him
.
"
You
juggler
of
Satan
!
You
black
hound
!
But
I
’
ll
punish
you
yet
;
mark
me
,
I
’
ll
punish
you
yet
!
"
Another
peal
of
laughter
.
Troy
then
closed
the
door
,
and
locked
himself
in
.
Throughout
the
whole
of
that
night
Boldwood
’
s
dark
form
might
have
been
seen
walking
about
the
hills
and
downs
of
Weatherbury
like
an
unhappy
Shade
in
the
Mournful
Fields
by
Acheron
.
It
was
very
early
the
next
morning
—
a
time
of
sun
and
dew
.
The
confused
beginnings
of
many
birds
’
songs
spread
into
the
healthy
air
,
and
the
wan
blue
of
the
heaven
was
here
and
there
coated
with
thin
webs
of
incorporeal
cloud
which
were
of
no
effect
in
obscuring
day
.
All
the
lights
in
the
scene
were
yellow
as
to
colour
,
and
all
the
shadows
were
attenuated
as
to
form
.
The
creeping
plants
about
the
old
manor
-
house
were
bowed
with
rows
of
heavy
water
drops
,
which
had
upon
objects
behind
them
the
effect
of
minute
lenses
of
high
magnifying
power
.
Just
before
the
clock
struck
five
Gabriel
Oak
and
Coggan
passed
the
village
cross
,
and
went
on
together
to
the
fields
.
They
were
yet
barely
in
view
of
their
mistress
’
s
house
,
when
Oak
fancied
he
saw
the
opening
of
a
casement
in
one
of
the
upper
windows
.
The
two
men
were
at
this
moment
partially
screened
by
an
elder
bush
,
now
beginning
to
be
enriched
with
black
bunches
of
fruit
,
and
they
paused
before
emerging
from
its
shade
.
A
handsome
man
leaned
idly
from
the
lattice
.
He
looked
east
and
then
west
,
in
the
manner
of
one
who
makes
a
first
morning
survey
.
The
man
was
Sergeant
Troy
.
His
red
jacket
was
loosely
thrown
on
,
but
not
buttoned
,
and
he
had
altogether
the
relaxed
bearing
of
a
soldier
taking
his
ease
.
