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"
I
was
coming
down
this
moment
.
Those
wheels
I
heard
—
is
it
Mrs
.
Troy
?
"
"
No
,
sir
—
’
tis
not
she
yet
.
"
A
reserved
and
sombre
expression
had
returned
to
Boldwood
’
s
face
again
,
but
it
poorly
cloaked
his
feelings
when
he
pronounced
Bathsheba
’
s
name
;
and
his
feverish
anxiety
continued
to
show
its
existence
by
a
galloping
motion
of
his
fingers
upon
the
side
of
his
thigh
as
he
went
down
the
stairs
.
VII
"
How
does
this
cover
me
?
"
said
Troy
to
Pennyways
.
"
Nobody
would
recognize
me
now
,
I
’
m
sure
.
"
He
was
buttoning
on
a
heavy
grey
overcoat
of
Noachian
cut
,
with
cape
and
high
collar
,
the
latter
being
erect
and
rigid
,
like
a
girdling
wall
,
and
nearly
reaching
to
the
verge
of
a
travelling
cap
which
was
pulled
down
over
his
ears
.
Pennyways
snuffed
the
candle
,
and
then
looked
up
and
deliberately
inspected
Troy
.
"
You
’
ve
made
up
your
mind
to
go
then
?
"
he
said
.
"
Made
up
my
mind
?
Yes
;
of
course
I
have
.
"
"
Why
not
write
to
her
?
’
Tis
a
very
queer
corner
that
you
have
got
into
,
sergeant
.
You
see
all
these
things
will
come
to
light
if
you
go
back
,
and
they
won
’
t
sound
well
at
all
.
