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But
as
Oak
was
not
only
provokingly
indifferent
to
public
opinion
,
but
a
man
who
clung
persistently
to
old
habits
and
usages
,
simply
because
they
were
old
,
there
was
room
for
doubt
as
to
his
motives
.
A
great
hope
had
latterly
germinated
in
Boldwood
,
whose
unreasoning
devotion
to
Bathsheba
could
only
be
characterized
as
a
fond
madness
which
neither
time
nor
circumstance
,
evil
nor
good
report
,
could
weaken
or
destroy
.
This
fevered
hope
had
grown
up
again
like
a
grain
of
mustard
-
seed
during
the
quiet
which
followed
the
hasty
conjecture
that
Troy
was
drowned
.
He
nourished
it
fearfully
,
and
almost
shunned
the
contemplation
of
it
in
earnest
,
lest
facts
should
reveal
the
wildness
of
the
dream
.
Bathsheba
having
at
last
been
persuaded
to
wear
mourning
,
her
appearance
as
she
entered
the
church
in
that
guise
was
in
itself
a
weekly
addition
to
his
faith
that
a
time
was
coming
—
very
far
off
perhaps
,
yet
surely
nearing
—
when
his
waiting
on
events
should
have
its
reward
.
How
long
he
might
have
to
wait
he
had
not
yet
closely
considered
.
What
he
would
try
to
recognize
was
that
the
severe
schooling
she
had
been
subjected
to
had
made
Bathsheba
much
more
considerate
than
she
had
formerly
been
of
the
feelings
of
others
,
and
he
trusted
that
,
should
she
be
willing
at
any
time
in
the
future
to
marry
any
man
at
all
,
that
man
would
be
himself
.
There
was
a
substratum
of
good
feeling
in
her
:
her
self
-
reproach
for
the
injury
she
had
thoughtlessly
done
him
might
be
depended
upon
now
to
a
much
greater
extent
than
before
her
infatuation
and
disappointment
.
It
would
be
possible
to
approach
her
by
the
channel
of
her
good
nature
,
and
to
suggest
a
friendly
businesslike
compact
between
them
for
fulfilment
at
some
future
day
,
keeping
the
passionate
side
of
his
desire
entirely
out
of
her
sight
.
Such
was
Boldwood
’
s
hope
.
To
the
eyes
of
the
middle
-
aged
,
Bathsheba
was
perhaps
additionally
charming
just
now
.
Her
exuberance
of
spirit
was
pruned
down
;
the
original
phantom
of
delight
had
shown
herself
to
be
not
too
bright
for
human
nature
’
s
daily
food
,
and
she
had
been
able
to
enter
this
second
poetical
phase
without
losing
much
of
the
first
in
the
process
.
Bathsheba
’
s
return
from
a
two
months
’
visit
to
her
old
aunt
at
Norcombe
afforded
the
impassioned
and
yearning
farmer
a
pretext
for
inquiring
directly
after
her
—
now
possibly
in
the
ninth
month
of
her
widowhood
—
and
endeavouring
to
get
a
notion
of
her
state
of
mind
regarding
him
.
This
occurred
in
the
middle
of
the
haymaking
,
and
Boldwood
contrived
to
be
near
Liddy
,
who
was
assisting
in
the
fields
.
"
I
am
glad
to
see
you
out
of
doors
,
Lydia
,
"
he
said
pleasantly
.
She
simpered
,
and
wondered
in
her
heart
why
he
should
speak
so
frankly
to
her
.
"
I
hope
Mrs
.
Troy
is
quite
well
after
her
long
absence
,
"
he
continued
,
in
a
manner
expressing
that
the
coldest
-
hearted
neighbour
could
scarcely
say
less
about
her
.
"
She
is
quite
well
,
sir
.
"
"
And
cheerful
,
I
suppose
.
"
