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"
What
have
you
to
say
as
your
reason
?
"
she
asked
,
her
bitter
voice
being
strangely
low
—
quite
that
of
another
woman
now
.
"
I
have
to
say
that
I
have
been
a
bad
,
black
-
hearted
man
,
"
he
answered
.
"
And
that
this
woman
is
your
victim
;
and
I
not
less
than
she
.
"
"
Ah
!
don
’
t
taunt
me
,
madam
This
woman
is
more
to
me
,
dead
as
she
is
,
than
ever
you
were
,
or
are
,
or
can
be
.
If
Satan
had
not
tempted
me
with
that
face
of
yours
,
and
those
cursed
coquetries
,
I
should
have
married
her
.
I
never
had
another
thought
till
you
came
in
my
way
.
Would
to
God
that
I
had
;
but
it
is
all
too
late
!
"
He
turned
to
Fanny
then
.
"
But
never
mind
,
darling
,
"
he
said
;
"
in
the
sight
of
Heaven
you
are
my
very
,
very
wife
!
"
At
these
words
there
arose
from
Bathsheba
’
s
lips
a
long
,
low
cry
of
measureless
despair
and
indignation
,
such
a
wail
of
anguish
as
had
never
before
been
heard
within
those
old
-
inhabited
walls
.
It
was
the
Τετελεσται
of
her
union
with
Troy
.
"
If
she
’
s
—
that
,
—
what
—
am
I
?
"
she
added
,
as
a
continuation
of
the
same
cry
,
and
sobbing
pitifully
:
and
the
rarity
with
her
of
such
abandonment
only
made
the
condition
more
dire
.
"
You
are
nothing
to
me
—
nothing
,
"
said
Troy
,
heartlessly
.
"
A
ceremony
before
a
priest
doesn
’
t
make
a
marriage
.
I
am
not
morally
yours
.
"
A
vehement
impulse
to
flee
from
him
,
to
run
from
this
place
,
hide
,
and
escape
his
words
at
any
price
,
not
stopping
short
of
death
itself
,
mastered
Bathsheba
now
.
She
waited
not
an
instant
,
but
turned
to
the
door
and
ran
out
.
Bathsheba
went
along
the
dark
road
,
neither
knowing
nor
caring
about
the
direction
or
issue
of
her
flight
.
The
first
time
that
she
definitely
noticed
her
position
was
when
she
reached
a
gate
leading
into
a
thicket
overhung
by
some
large
oak
and
beech
trees
.
On
looking
into
the
place
,
it
occurred
to
her
that
she
had
seen
it
by
daylight
on
some
previous
occasion
,
and
that
what
appeared
like
an
impassable
thicket
was
in
reality
a
brake
of
fern
now
withering
fast
.
She
could
think
of
nothing
better
to
do
with
her
palpitating
self
than
to
go
in
here
and
hide
;
and
entering
,
she
lighted
on
a
spot
sheltered
from
the
damp
fog
by
a
reclining
trunk
,
where
she
sank
down
upon
a
tangled
couch
of
fronds
and
stems
.
She
mechanically
pulled
some
armfuls
round
her
to
keep
off
the
breezes
,
and
closed
her
eyes
.
