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"
Oh
,
well
,
"
said
Bathsheba
,
carelessly
,
"
perhaps
it
is
unjust
not
to
read
it
;
but
I
can
guess
what
it
is
about
.
He
wants
me
to
recommend
him
,
or
it
is
to
tell
me
of
some
little
scandal
or
another
connected
with
my
work
-
people
.
He
’
s
always
doing
that
.
"
Bathsheba
held
the
note
in
her
right
hand
.
Boldwood
handed
towards
her
a
plate
of
cut
bread
-
and
-
butter
;
when
,
in
order
to
take
a
slice
,
she
put
the
note
into
her
left
hand
,
where
she
was
still
holding
the
purse
,
and
then
allowed
her
hand
to
drop
beside
her
close
to
the
canvas
.
The
moment
had
come
for
saving
his
game
,
and
Troy
impulsively
felt
that
he
would
play
the
card
.
For
yet
another
time
he
looked
at
the
fair
hand
,
and
saw
the
pink
finger
-
tips
,
and
the
blue
veins
of
the
wrist
,
encircled
by
a
bracelet
of
coral
chippings
which
she
wore
:
how
familiar
it
all
was
to
him
!
Then
,
with
the
lightning
action
in
which
he
was
such
an
adept
,
he
noiselessly
slipped
his
hand
under
the
bottom
of
the
tent
-
cloth
,
which
was
far
from
being
pinned
tightly
down
,
lifted
it
a
little
way
,
keeping
his
eye
to
the
hole
,
snatched
the
note
from
her
fingers
,
dropped
the
canvas
,
and
ran
away
in
the
gloom
towards
the
bank
and
ditch
,
smiling
at
the
scream
of
astonishment
which
burst
from
her
.
Troy
then
slid
down
on
the
outside
of
the
rampart
,
hastened
round
in
the
bottom
of
the
entrenchment
to
a
distance
of
a
hundred
yards
,
ascended
again
,
and
crossed
boldly
in
a
slow
walk
towards
the
front
entrance
of
the
tent
.
His
object
was
now
to
get
to
Pennyways
,
and
prevent
a
repetition
of
the
announcement
until
such
time
as
he
should
choose
.
Troy
reached
the
tent
door
,
and
standing
among
the
groups
there
gathered
,
looked
anxiously
for
Pennyways
,
evidently
not
wishing
to
make
himself
prominent
by
inquiring
for
him
.
One
or
two
men
were
speaking
of
a
daring
attempt
that
had
just
been
made
to
rob
a
young
lady
by
lifting
the
canvas
of
the
tent
beside
her
.
It
was
supposed
that
the
rogue
had
imagined
a
slip
of
paper
which
she
held
in
her
hand
to
be
a
bank
note
,
for
he
had
seized
it
,
and
made
off
with
it
,
leaving
her
purse
behind
.
His
chagrin
and
disappointment
at
discovering
its
worthlessness
would
be
a
good
joke
,
it
was
said
However
,
the
occurrence
seemed
to
have
become
known
to
few
,
for
it
had
not
interrupted
a
fiddler
,
who
had
lately
begun
playing
by
the
door
of
the
tent
,
nor
the
four
bowed
old
men
with
grim
countenances
and
walking
-
sticks
in
hand
,
who
were
dancing
"
Major
Malley
’
s
Reel
"
to
the
tune
.
Behind
these
stood
Pennyways
.
Troy
glided
up
to
him
,
beckoned
,
and
whispered
a
few
words
;
and
with
a
mutual
glance
of
concurrence
the
two
men
went
into
the
night
together
.
The
arrangement
for
getting
back
again
to
Weatherbury
had
been
that
Oak
should
take
the
place
of
Poorgrass
in
Bathsheba
’
s
conveyance
and
drive
her
home
,
it
being
discovered
late
in
the
afternoon
that
Joseph
was
suffering
from
his
old
complaint
,
a
multiplying
eye
,
and
was
,
therefore
,
hardly
trustworthy
as
coachman
and
protector
to
a
woman
.
But
Oak
had
found
himself
so
occupied
,
and
was
full
of
so
many
cares
relative
to
those
portions
of
Boldwood
’
s
flocks
that
were
not
disposed
of
,
that
Bathsheba
,
without
telling
Oak
or
anybody
,
resolved
to
drive
home
herself
,
as
she
had
many
times
done
from
Casterbridge
Market
,
and
trust
to
her
good
angel
for
performing
the
journey
unmolested
.
But
having
fallen
in
with
Farmer
Boldwood
accidentally
(
on
her
part
at
least
)
at
the
refreshment
-
tent
,
she
found
it
impossible
to
refuse
his
offer
to
ride
on
horseback
beside
her
as
escort
.
It
had
grown
twilight
before
she
was
aware
,
but
Boldwood
assured
her
that
there
was
no
cause
for
uneasiness
,
as
the
moon
would
be
up
in
half
-
an
-
hour
.
Immediately
after
the
incident
in
the
tent
,
she
had
risen
to
go
—
now
absolutely
alarmed
and
really
grateful
for
her
old
lover
’
s
protection
—
though
regretting
Gabriel
’
s
absence
,
whose
company
she
would
have
much
preferred
,
as
being
more
proper
as
well
as
more
pleasant
,
since
he
was
her
own
managing
-
man
and
servant
.
This
,
however
,
could
not
be
helped
;
she
would
not
,
on
any
consideration
,
treat
Boldwood
harshly
,
having
once
already
ill
-
used
him
,
and
the
moon
having
risen
,
and
the
gig
being
ready
,
she
drove
across
the
hilltop
in
the
wending
way
’
s
which
led
downwards
—
to
oblivious
obscurity
,
as
it
seemed
,
for
the
moon
and
the
hill
it
flooded
with
light
were
in
appearance
on
a
level
,
the
rest
of
the
world
lying
as
a
vast
shady
concave
between
them
.
Boldwood
mounted
his
horse
,
and
followed
in
close
attendance
behind
.
Thus
they
descended
into
the
lowlands
,
and
the
sounds
of
those
left
on
the
hill
came
like
voices
from
the
sky
,
and
the
lights
were
as
those
of
a
camp
in
heaven
.
They
soon
passed
the
merry
stragglers
in
the
immediate
vicinity
of
the
hill
,
traversed
Kingsbere
,
and
got
upon
the
high
road
.
The
keen
instincts
of
Bathsheba
had
perceived
that
the
farmer
’
s
staunch
devotion
to
herself
was
still
undiminished
,
and
she
sympathized
deeply
.
The
sight
had
quite
depressed
her
this
evening
;
had
reminded
her
of
her
folly
;
she
wished
anew
,
as
she
had
wished
many
months
ago
,
for
some
means
of
making
reparation
for
her
fault
.
Hence
her
pity
for
the
man
who
so
persistently
loved
on
to
his
own
injury
and
permanent
gloom
had
betrayed
Bathsheba
into
an
injudicious
considerateness
of
manner
,
which
appeared
almost
like
tenderness
,
and
gave
new
vigour
to
the
exquisite
dream
of
a
Jacob
’
s
seven
years
service
in
poor
Boldwood
’
s
mind
.
He
soon
found
an
excuse
for
advancing
from
his
position
in
the
rear
,
and
rode
close
by
her
side
.
