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"
’
Twas
the
meeting
with
her
that
reminded
me
of
the
hair
.
"
"
Is
it
hers
,
then
?
"
"
Yes
.
There
,
now
that
you
have
wormed
it
out
of
me
,
I
hope
you
are
content
.
"
"
And
what
are
the
ties
?
"
"
Oh
!
that
meant
nothing
—
a
mere
jest
.
"
"
A
mere
jest
!
"
she
said
,
in
mournful
astonishment
.
"
Can
you
jest
when
I
am
so
wretchedly
in
earnest
?
Tell
me
the
truth
,
Frank
.
I
am
not
a
fool
,
you
know
,
although
I
am
a
woman
,
and
have
my
woman
’
s
moments
.
Come
!
treat
me
fairly
,
"
she
said
,
looking
honestly
and
fearlessly
into
his
face
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
much
;
bare
justice
—
that
’
s
all
!
Ah
!
once
I
felt
I
could
be
content
with
nothing
less
than
the
highest
homage
from
the
husband
I
should
choose
.
Now
,
anything
short
of
cruelty
will
content
me
.
Yes
!
the
independent
and
spirited
Bathsheba
is
come
to
this
!
"
"
For
Heaven
’
s
sake
don
’
t
be
so
desperate
!
"
Troy
said
,
snappishly
,
rising
as
he
did
so
,
and
leaving
the
room
.
Directly
he
had
gone
,
Bathsheba
burst
into
great
sobs
—
dry
-
eyed
sobs
,
which
cut
as
they
came
,
without
any
softening
by
tears
.
But
she
determined
to
repress
all
evidences
of
feeling
.
She
was
conquered
;
but
she
would
never
own
it
as
long
as
she
lived
.
Her
pride
was
indeed
brought
low
by
despairing
discoveries
of
her
spoliation
by
marriage
with
a
less
pure
nature
than
her
own
.
She
chafed
to
and
fro
in
rebelliousness
,
like
a
caged
leopard
;
her
whole
soul
was
in
arms
,
and
the
blood
fired
her
face
.
Until
she
had
met
Troy
,
Bathsheba
had
been
proud
of
her
position
as
a
woman
;
it
had
been
a
glory
to
her
to
know
that
her
lips
had
been
touched
by
no
man
’
s
on
earth
—
that
her
waist
had
never
been
encircled
by
a
lover
’
s
arm
.
She
hated
herself
now
.
In
those
earlier
days
she
had
always
nourished
a
secret
contempt
for
girls
who
were
the
slaves
of
the
first
good
-
looking
young
fellow
who
should
choose
to
salute
them
.
She
had
never
taken
kindly
to
the
idea
of
marriage
in
the
abstract
as
did
the
majority
of
women
she
saw
about
her
.
In
the
turmoil
of
her
anxiety
for
her
lover
she
had
agreed
to
marry
him
;
but
the
perception
that
had
accompanied
her
happiest
hours
on
this
account
was
rather
that
of
self
-
sacrifice
than
of
promotion
and
honour
.
Although
she
scarcely
knew
the
divinity
’
s
name
,
Diana
was
the
goddess
whom
Bathsheba
instinctively
adored
.
That
she
had
never
,
by
look
,
word
,
or
sign
,
encouraged
a
man
to
approach
her
—
that
she
had
felt
herself
sufficient
to
herself
,
and
had
in
the
independence
of
her
girlish
heart
fancied
there
was
a
certain
degradation
in
renouncing
the
simplicity
of
a
maiden
existence
to
become
the
humbler
half
of
an
indifferent
matrimonial
whole
—
were
facts
now
bitterly
remembered
.
Oh
,
if
she
had
never
stooped
to
folly
of
this
kind
,
respectable
as
it
was
,
and
could
only
stand
again
,
as
she
had
stood
on
the
hill
at
Norcombe
,
and
dare
Troy
or
any
other
man
to
pollute
a
hair
of
her
head
by
his
interference
!
