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"
Yes
.
"
"
Is
she
pretty
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
It
is
wonderful
how
she
can
be
,
poor
thing
,
under
such
an
awful
affliction
!
"
"
Affliction
—
what
affliction
?
"
he
inquired
,
quickly
.
"
Having
hair
of
that
dreadful
colour
.
"
"
Oh
—
ho
—
I
like
that
!
"
said
Troy
,
recovering
himself
.
"
Why
,
her
hair
has
been
admired
by
everybody
who
has
seen
her
since
she
has
worn
it
loose
,
which
has
not
been
long
.
It
is
beautiful
hair
.
People
used
to
turn
their
heads
to
look
at
it
,
poor
girl
!
"
"
Pooh
!
that
’
s
nothing
—
that
’
s
nothing
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
in
incipient
accents
of
pique
.
"
If
I
cared
for
your
love
as
much
as
I
used
to
I
could
say
people
had
turned
to
look
at
mine
.
"
"
Bathsheba
,
don
’
t
be
so
fitful
and
jealous
.
You
knew
what
married
life
would
be
like
,
and
shouldn
’
t
have
entered
it
if
you
feared
these
contingencies
.
"
Troy
had
by
this
time
driven
her
to
bitterness
:
her
heart
was
big
in
her
throat
,
and
the
ducts
to
her
eyes
were
painfully
full
.
Ashamed
as
she
was
to
show
emotion
,
at
last
she
burst
out
:
—
