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Oak
looked
up
at
her
.
She
had
not
spoken
since
he
left
the
barn
.
The
soft
and
continual
shimmer
of
the
dying
lightning
showed
a
marble
face
high
against
the
black
sky
of
the
opposite
quarter
.
Bathsheba
was
sitting
almost
on
the
apex
of
the
stack
,
her
feet
gathered
up
beneath
her
,
and
resting
on
the
top
round
of
the
ladder
.
"
Yes
,
mistress
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
suppose
you
thought
that
when
I
galloped
away
to
Bath
that
night
it
was
on
purpose
to
be
married
?
"
"
I
did
at
last
—
not
at
first
,
"
he
answered
,
somewhat
surprised
at
the
abruptness
with
which
this
new
subject
was
broached
.
"
And
others
thought
so
,
too
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
And
you
blamed
me
for
it
?
"
"
Well
—
a
little
.
"
"
I
thought
so
.
Now
,
I
care
a
little
for
your
good
opinion
,
and
I
want
to
explain
something
—
I
have
longed
to
do
it
ever
since
I
returned
,
and
you
looked
so
gravely
at
me
.
For
if
I
were
to
die
—
and
I
may
die
soon
—
it
would
be
dreadful
that
you
should
always
think
mistakenly
of
me
.
Now
,
listen
.
"
Gabriel
ceased
his
rustling
.
