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So
the
dance
began
.
As
to
the
merits
of
"
The
Soldier
’
s
Joy
,
"
there
cannot
be
,
and
never
were
,
two
opinions
.
It
has
been
observed
in
the
musical
circles
of
Weatherbury
and
its
vicinity
that
this
melody
,
at
the
end
of
three
-
quarters
of
an
hour
of
thunderous
footing
,
still
possesses
more
stimulative
properties
for
the
heel
and
toe
than
the
majority
of
other
dances
at
their
first
opening
.
"
The
Soldier
’
s
Joy
"
has
,
too
,
an
additional
charm
,
in
being
so
admirably
adapted
to
the
tambourine
aforesaid
—
no
mean
instrument
in
the
hands
of
a
performer
who
understands
the
proper
convulsions
,
spasms
,
St
.
Vitus
’
s
dances
,
and
fearful
frenzies
necessary
when
exhibiting
its
tones
in
their
highest
perfection
.
The
immortal
tune
ended
,
a
fine
DD
rolling
forth
from
the
bass
-
viol
with
the
sonorousness
of
a
cannonade
,
and
Gabriel
delayed
his
entry
no
longer
.
He
avoided
Bathsheba
,
and
got
as
near
as
possible
to
the
platform
,
where
Sergeant
Troy
was
now
seated
,
drinking
brandy
-
and
-
water
,
though
the
others
drank
without
exception
cider
and
ale
.
Gabriel
could
not
easily
thrust
himself
within
speaking
distance
of
the
sergeant
,
and
he
sent
a
message
,
asking
him
to
come
down
for
a
moment
.
The
sergeant
said
he
could
not
attend
.
"
Will
you
tell
him
,
then
,
"
said
Gabriel
,
"
that
I
only
stepped
ath
’
art
to
say
that
a
heavy
rain
is
sure
to
fall
soon
,
and
that
something
should
be
done
to
protect
the
ricks
?
"
"
Mr
.
Troy
says
it
will
not
rain
,
"
returned
the
messenger
,
"
and
he
cannot
stop
to
talk
to
you
about
such
fidgets
.
"
In
juxtaposition
with
Troy
,
Oak
had
a
melancholy
tendency
to
look
like
a
candle
beside
gas
,
and
ill
at
ease
,
he
went
out
again
,
thinking
he
would
go
home
;
for
,
under
the
circumstances
,
he
had
no
heart
for
the
scene
in
the
barn
.
At
the
door
he
paused
for
a
moment
:
Troy
was
speaking
.
"
Friends
,
it
is
not
only
the
harvest
home
that
we
are
celebrating
to
-
night
;
but
this
is
also
a
Wedding
Feast
.
A
short
time
ago
I
had
the
happiness
to
lead
to
the
altar
this
lady
,
your
mistress
,
and
not
until
now
have
we
been
able
to
give
any
public
flourish
to
the
event
in
Weatherbury
.
That
it
may
be
thoroughly
well
done
,
and
that
every
man
may
go
happy
to
bed
,
I
have
ordered
to
be
brought
here
some
bottles
of
brandy
and
kettles
of
hot
water
.
A
treble
-
strong
goblet
will
be
handed
round
to
each
guest
.
"
Bathsheba
put
her
hand
upon
his
arm
,
and
,
with
upturned
pale
face
,
said
imploringly
,
"
No
—
don
’
t
give
it
to
them
—
pray
don
’
t
,
Frank
!
It
will
only
do
them
harm
:
they
have
had
enough
of
everything
.
"
"
True
—
we
don
’
t
wish
for
no
more
,
thank
ye
,
"
said
one
or
two
.
"
Pooh
!
"
said
the
sergeant
contemptuously
,
and
raised
his
voice
as
if
lighted
up
by
a
new
idea
.
"
Friends
,
"
he
said
,
"
we
’
ll
send
the
women
-
folk
home
!
’
Tis
time
they
were
in
bed
.
Then
we
cockbirds
will
have
a
jolly
carouse
to
ourselves
!
If
any
of
the
men
show
the
white
feather
,
let
them
look
elsewhere
for
a
winter
’
s
work
.
"
