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"
Possibly
not
.
"
"
Overlooked
them
,
"
repeated
Gabriel
slowly
to
himself
.
It
is
difficult
to
describe
the
intensely
dramatic
effect
that
announcement
had
upon
Oak
at
such
a
moment
.
All
the
night
he
had
been
feeling
that
the
neglect
he
was
labouring
to
repair
was
abnormal
and
isolated
—
the
only
instance
of
the
kind
within
the
circuit
of
the
county
.
Yet
at
this
very
time
,
within
the
same
parish
,
a
greater
waste
had
been
going
on
,
uncomplained
of
and
disregarded
.
A
few
months
earlier
Boldwood
’
s
forgetting
his
husbandry
would
have
been
as
preposterous
an
idea
as
a
sailor
forgetting
he
was
in
a
ship
.
Oak
was
just
thinking
that
whatever
he
himself
might
have
suffered
from
Bathsheba
’
s
marriage
,
here
was
a
man
who
had
suffered
more
,
when
Boldwood
spoke
in
a
changed
voice
—
that
of
one
who
yearned
to
make
a
confidence
and
relieve
his
heart
by
an
outpouring
.
"
Oak
,
you
know
as
well
as
I
that
things
have
gone
wrong
with
me
lately
.
I
may
as
well
own
it
.
I
was
going
to
get
a
little
settled
in
life
;
but
in
some
way
my
plan
has
come
to
nothing
.
"
"
I
thought
my
mistress
would
have
married
you
,
"
said
Gabriel
,
not
knowing
enough
of
the
full
depths
of
Boldwood
’
s
love
to
keep
silence
on
the
farmer
’
s
account
,
and
determined
not
to
evade
discipline
by
doing
so
on
his
own
.
"
However
,
it
is
so
sometimes
,
and
nothing
happens
that
we
expect
,
"
he
added
,
with
the
repose
of
a
man
whom
misfortune
had
inured
rather
than
subdued
.
"
I
daresay
I
am
a
joke
about
the
parish
,
"
said
Boldwood
,
as
if
the
subject
came
irresistibly
to
his
tongue
,
and
with
a
miserable
lightness
meant
to
express
his
indifference
.
"
Oh
no
—
I
don
’
t
think
that
.
"
"
—
But
the
real
truth
of
the
matter
is
that
there
was
not
,
as
some
fancy
,
any
jilting
on
—
her
part
.
No
engagement
ever
existed
between
me
and
Miss
Everdene
.
People
say
so
,
but
it
is
untrue
:
she
never
promised
me
!
"
Boldwood
stood
still
now
and
turned
his
wild
face
to
Oak
.
"
Oh
,
Gabriel
,
"
he
continued
,
"
I
am
weak
and
foolish
,
and
I
don
’
t
know
what
,
and
I
can
’
t
fend
off
my
miserable
grief
!
…
I
had
some
faint
belief
in
the
mercy
of
God
till
I
lost
that
woman
.
Yes
,
He
prepared
a
gourd
to
shade
me
,
and
like
the
prophet
I
thanked
Him
and
was
glad
.
But
the
next
day
He
prepared
a
worm
to
smite
the
gourd
and
wither
it
;
and
I
feel
it
is
better
to
die
than
to
live
!
"
A
silence
followed
.
Boldwood
aroused
himself
from
the
momentary
mood
of
confidence
into
which
he
had
drifted
,
and
walked
on
again
,
resuming
his
usual
reserve
"
No
,
Gabriel
,
"
he
resumed
,
with
a
carelessness
which
was
like
the
smile
on
the
countenance
of
a
skull
:
"
it
was
made
more
of
by
other
people
than
ever
it
was
by
us
.
I
do
feel
a
little
regret
occasionally
,
but
no
woman
ever
had
power
over
me
for
any
length
of
time
.
Well
,
good
morning
;
I
can
trust
you
not
to
mention
to
others
what
has
passed
between
us
two
here
.
"
