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"
Don
’
t
show
it
too
much
,
"
said
Coggan
,
musingly
.
"
For
if
he
’
s
married
to
her
,
mark
my
words
,
he
’
ll
buy
his
discharge
and
be
our
master
here
.
Therefore
’
tis
well
to
say
’
Friend
’
outwardly
,
though
you
say
’
Troublehouse
’
within
.
"
"
Well
—
perhaps
it
is
best
to
be
silent
;
but
I
can
’
t
go
further
than
that
.
I
can
’
t
flatter
,
and
if
my
place
here
is
only
to
be
kept
by
smoothing
him
down
,
my
place
must
be
lost
.
"
A
horseman
,
whom
they
had
for
some
time
seen
in
the
distance
,
now
appeared
close
beside
them
.
"
There
’
s
Mr
.
Boldwood
,
"
said
Oak
.
"
I
wonder
what
Troy
meant
by
his
question
"
Coggan
and
Oak
nodded
respectfully
to
the
farmer
,
just
checked
their
paces
to
discover
if
they
were
wanted
,
and
finding
they
were
not
stood
back
to
let
him
pass
on
.
The
only
signs
of
the
terrible
sorrow
Boldwood
had
been
combating
through
the
night
,
and
was
combating
now
,
were
the
want
of
colour
in
his
well
-
defined
face
,
the
enlarged
appearance
of
the
veins
in
his
forehead
and
temples
,
and
the
sharper
lines
about
his
mouth
.
The
horse
bore
him
away
,
and
the
very
step
of
the
animal
seemed
significant
of
dogged
despair
.
Gabriel
,
for
a
minute
,
rose
above
his
own
grief
in
noticing
Boldwood
’
s
.
He
saw
the
square
figure
sitting
erect
upon
the
horse
,
the
head
turned
to
neither
side
,
the
elbows
steady
by
the
hips
,
the
brim
of
the
hat
level
and
undisturbed
in
its
onward
glide
,
until
the
keen
edges
of
Boldwood
’
s
shape
sank
by
degrees
over
the
hill
.
To
one
who
knew
the
man
and
his
story
there
was
something
more
striking
in
this
immobility
than
in
a
collapse
.
The
clash
of
discord
between
mood
and
matter
here
was
forced
painfully
home
to
the
heart
;
and
,
as
in
laughter
there
are
more
dreadful
phases
than
in
tears
,
so
was
there
in
the
steadiness
of
this
agonized
man
an
expression
deeper
than
a
cry
.
One
night
,
at
the
end
of
August
,
when
Bathsheba
’
s
experiences
as
a
married
woman
were
still
new
,
and
when
the
weather
was
yet
dry
and
sultry
,
a
man
stood
motionless
in
the
stockyard
of
Weatherbury
Upper
Farm
,
looking
at
the
moon
and
sky
.
The
night
had
a
sinister
aspect
.
A
heated
breeze
from
the
south
slowly
fanned
the
summits
of
lofty
objects
,
and
in
the
sky
dashes
of
buoyant
cloud
were
sailing
in
a
course
at
right
angles
to
that
of
another
stratum
,
neither
of
them
in
the
direction
of
the
breeze
below
.
The
moon
,
as
seen
through
these
films
,
had
a
lurid
metallic
look
.
The
fields
were
sallow
with
the
impure
light
,
and
all
were
tinged
in
monochrome
,
as
if
beheld
through
stained
glass
.
The
same
evening
the
sheep
had
trailed
homeward
head
to
tail
,
the
behaviour
of
the
rooks
had
been
confused
,
and
the
horses
had
moved
with
timidity
and
caution
.
Thunder
was
imminent
,
and
,
taking
some
secondary
appearances
into
consideration
,
it
was
likely
to
be
followed
by
one
of
the
lengthened
rains
which
mark
the
close
of
dry
weather
for
the
season
.
Before
twelve
hours
had
passed
a
harvest
atmosphere
would
be
a
bygone
thing
.
