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He
went
away
vexed
with
himself
,
and
ashamed
of
having
for
this
one
time
in
his
life
done
anything
which
could
be
called
underhand
.
Poor
Boldwood
had
no
more
skill
in
finesse
than
a
battering
-
ram
,
and
he
was
uneasy
with
a
sense
of
having
made
himself
to
appear
stupid
and
,
what
was
worse
,
mean
.
But
he
had
,
after
all
,
lighted
upon
one
fact
by
way
of
repayment
.
It
was
a
singularly
fresh
and
fascinating
fact
,
and
though
not
without
its
sadness
it
was
pertinent
and
real
.
In
little
more
than
six
years
from
this
time
Bathsheba
might
certainly
marry
him
.
There
was
something
definite
in
that
hope
,
for
admitting
that
there
might
have
been
no
deep
thought
in
her
words
to
Liddy
about
marriage
,
they
showed
at
least
her
creed
on
the
matter
.
This
pleasant
notion
was
now
continually
in
his
mind
.
Six
years
were
a
long
time
,
but
how
much
shorter
than
never
,
the
idea
he
had
for
so
long
been
obliged
to
endure
!
Jacob
had
served
twice
seven
years
for
Rachel
:
what
were
six
for
such
a
woman
as
this
?
He
tried
to
like
the
notion
of
waiting
for
her
better
than
that
of
winning
her
at
once
.
Boldwood
felt
his
love
to
be
so
deep
and
strong
and
eternal
,
that
it
was
possible
she
had
never
yet
known
its
full
volume
,
and
this
patience
in
delay
would
afford
him
an
opportunity
of
giving
sweet
proof
on
the
point
.
He
would
annihilate
the
six
years
of
his
life
as
if
they
were
minutes
—
so
little
did
he
value
his
time
on
earth
beside
her
love
.
He
would
let
her
see
,
all
those
six
years
of
intangible
ethereal
courtship
,
how
little
care
he
had
for
anything
but
as
it
bore
upon
the
consummation
Meanwhile
the
early
and
the
late
summer
brought
round
the
week
in
which
Greenhill
Fair
was
held
.
This
fair
was
frequently
attended
by
the
folk
of
Weatherbury
.
Greenhill
was
the
Nijni
Novgorod
of
South
Wessex
;
and
the
busiest
,
merriest
,
noisiest
day
of
the
whole
statute
number
was
the
day
of
the
sheep
fair
.
This
yearly
gathering
was
upon
the
summit
of
a
hill
which
retained
in
good
preservation
the
remains
of
an
ancient
earthwork
,
consisting
of
a
huge
rampart
and
entrenchment
of
an
oval
form
encircling
the
top
of
the
hill
,
though
somewhat
broken
down
here
and
there
.
To
each
of
the
two
chief
openings
on
opposite
sides
a
winding
road
ascended
,
and
the
level
green
space
of
ten
or
fifteen
acres
enclosed
by
the
bank
was
the
site
of
the
fair
.
A
few
permanent
erections
dotted
the
spot
,
but
the
majority
of
visitors
patronized
canvas
alone
for
resting
and
feeding
under
during
the
time
of
their
sojourn
here
.
Shepherds
who
attended
with
their
flocks
from
long
distances
started
from
home
two
or
three
days
,
or
even
a
week
,
before
the
fair
,
driving
their
charges
a
few
miles
each
day
—
not
more
than
ten
or
twelve
—
and
resting
them
at
night
in
hired
fields
by
the
wayside
at
previously
chosen
points
,
where
they
fed
,
having
fasted
since
morning
.
The
shepherd
of
each
flock
marched
behind
,
a
bundle
containing
his
kit
for
the
week
strapped
upon
his
shoulders
,
and
in
his
hand
his
crook
,
which
he
used
as
the
staff
of
his
pilgrimage
.
Several
of
the
sheep
would
get
worn
and
lame
,
and
occasionally
a
lambing
occurred
on
the
road
.
To
meet
these
contingencies
,
there
was
frequently
provided
,
to
accompany
the
flocks
from
the
remoter
points
,
a
pony
and
waggon
into
which
the
weakly
ones
were
taken
for
the
remainder
of
the
journey
.
The
Weatherbury
Farms
,
however
,
were
no
such
long
distance
from
the
hill
,
and
those
arrangements
were
not
necessary
in
their
case
.
But
the
large
united
flocks
of
Bathsheba
and
Farmer
Boldwood
formed
a
valuable
and
imposing
multitude
which
demanded
much
attention
,
and
on
this
account
Gabriel
,
in
addition
to
Boldwood
’
s
shepherd
and
Cain
Ball
,
accompanied
them
along
the
way
,
through
the
decayed
old
town
of
Kingsbere
,
and
upward
to
the
plateau
,
—
old
George
the
dog
of
course
behind
them
.
When
the
autumn
sun
slanted
over
Greenhill
this
morning
and
lighted
the
dewy
flat
upon
its
crest
,
nebulous
clouds
of
dust
were
to
be
seen
floating
between
the
pairs
of
hedges
which
streaked
the
wide
prospect
around
in
all
directions
.
These
gradually
converged
upon
the
base
of
the
hill
,
and
the
flocks
became
individually
visible
,
climbing
the
serpentine
ways
which
led
to
the
top
.
Thus
,
in
a
slow
procession
,
they
entered
the
opening
to
which
the
roads
tended
,
multitude
after
multitude
,
horned
and
hornless
—
blue
flocks
and
red
flocks
,
buff
flocks
and
brown
flocks
,
even
green
and
salmon
-
tinted
flocks
,
according
to
the
fancy
of
the
colourist
and
custom
of
the
farm
.
Men
were
shouting
,
dogs
were
barking
,
with
greatest
animation
,
but
the
thronging
travellers
in
so
long
a
journey
had
grown
nearly
indifferent
to
such
terrors
,
though
they
still
bleated
piteously
at
the
unwontedness
of
their
experiences
,
a
tall
shepherd
rising
here
and
there
in
the
midst
of
them
,
like
a
gigantic
idol
amid
a
crowd
of
prostrate
devotees
.
The
great
mass
of
sheep
in
the
fair
consisted
of
South
Downs
and
the
old
Wessex
horned
breeds
;
to
the
latter
class
Bathsheba
’
s
and
Farmer
Boldwood
’
s
mainly
belonged
.
These
filed
in
about
nine
o
’
clock
,
their
vermiculated
horns
lopping
gracefully
on
each
side
of
their
cheeks
in
geometrically
perfect
spirals
,
a
small
pink
and
white
ear
nestling
under
each
horn
.
Before
and
behind
came
other
varieties
,
perfect
leopards
as
to
the
full
rich
substance
of
their
coats
,
and
only
lacking
the
spots
.
There
were
also
a
few
of
the
Oxfordshire
breed
,
whose
wool
was
beginning
to
curl
like
a
child
’
s
flaxen
hair
,
though
surpassed
in
this
respect
by
the
effeminate
Leicesters
,
which
were
in
turn
less
curly
than
the
Cotswolds
.
But
the
most
picturesque
by
far
was
a
small
flock
of
Exmoors
,
which
chanced
to
be
there
this
year
.
Their
pied
faces
and
legs
,
dark
and
heavy
horns
,
tresses
of
wool
hanging
round
their
swarthy
foreheads
,
quite
relieved
the
monotony
of
the
flocks
in
that
quarter
.
All
these
bleating
,
panting
,
and
weary
thousands
had
entered
and
were
penned
before
the
morning
had
far
advanced
,
the
dog
belonging
to
each
flock
being
tied
to
the
corner
of
the
pen
containing
it
.
Alleys
for
pedestrians
intersected
the
pens
,
which
soon
became
crowded
with
buyers
and
sellers
from
far
and
near
.
In
another
part
of
the
hill
an
altogether
different
scene
began
to
force
itself
upon
the
eye
towards
midday
.
A
circular
tent
,
of
exceptional
newness
and
size
,
was
in
course
of
erection
here
.
