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On
hearing
these
and
other
similar
remarks
,
a
wild
thought
flashed
into
Gabriel
’
s
mind
that
they
might
be
speaking
of
Bathsheba
.
There
were
,
however
,
no
grounds
for
retaining
such
a
supposition
,
for
the
waggon
,
though
going
in
the
direction
of
Weatherbury
,
might
be
going
beyond
it
,
and
the
woman
alluded
to
seemed
to
be
the
mistress
of
some
estate
.
They
were
now
apparently
close
upon
Weatherbury
and
not
to
alarm
the
speakers
unnecessarily
,
Gabriel
slipped
out
of
the
waggon
unseen
.
He
turned
to
an
opening
in
the
hedge
,
which
he
found
to
be
a
gate
,
and
mounting
thereon
,
he
sat
meditating
whether
to
seek
a
cheap
lodging
in
the
village
,
or
to
ensure
a
cheaper
one
by
lying
under
some
hay
or
corn
-
stack
.
The
crunching
jangle
of
the
waggon
died
upon
his
ear
.
He
was
about
to
walk
on
,
when
he
noticed
on
his
left
hand
an
unusual
light
—
appearing
about
half
a
mile
distant
.
Oak
watched
it
,
and
the
glow
increased
.
Something
was
on
fire
.
Gabriel
again
mounted
the
gate
,
and
,
leaping
down
on
the
other
side
upon
what
he
found
to
be
ploughed
soil
,
made
across
the
field
in
the
exact
direction
of
the
fire
.
The
blaze
,
enlarging
in
a
double
ratio
by
his
approach
and
its
own
increase
,
showed
him
as
he
drew
nearer
the
outlines
of
ricks
beside
it
,
lighted
up
to
great
distinctness
.
A
rick
-
yard
was
the
source
of
the
fire
.
His
weary
face
now
began
to
be
painted
over
with
a
rich
orange
glow
,
and
the
whole
front
of
his
smock
-
frock
and
gaiters
was
covered
with
a
dancing
shadow
pattern
of
thorn
-
twigs
—
the
light
reaching
him
through
a
leafless
intervening
hedge
—
and
the
metallic
curve
of
his
sheep
-
crook
shone
silver
-
bright
in
the
same
abounding
rays
.
He
came
up
to
the
boundary
fence
,
and
stood
to
regain
breath
.
It
seemed
as
if
the
spot
was
unoccupied
by
a
living
soul
.
The
fire
was
issuing
from
a
long
straw
-
stack
,
which
was
so
far
gone
as
to
preclude
a
possibility
of
saving
it
.
A
rick
burns
differently
from
a
house
.
As
the
wind
blows
the
fire
inwards
,
the
portion
in
flames
completely
disappears
like
melting
sugar
,
and
the
outline
is
lost
to
the
eye
.
However
,
a
hay
or
a
wheat
-
rick
,
well
put
together
,
will
resist
combustion
for
a
length
of
time
,
if
it
begins
on
the
outside
.
This
before
Gabriel
’
s
eyes
was
a
rick
of
straw
,
loosely
put
together
,
and
the
flames
darted
into
it
with
lightning
swiftness
.
It
glowed
on
the
windward
side
,
rising
and
falling
in
intensity
,
like
the
coal
of
a
cigar
.
Then
a
superincumbent
bundle
rolled
down
,
with
a
whisking
noise
;
flames
elongated
,
and
bent
themselves
about
with
a
quiet
roar
,
but
no
crackle
.
Banks
of
smoke
went
off
horizontally
at
the
back
like
passing
clouds
,
and
behind
these
burned
hidden
pyres
,
illuminating
the
semi
-
transparent
sheet
of
smoke
to
a
lustrous
yellow
uniformity
.
Individual
straws
in
the
foreground
were
consumed
in
a
creeping
movement
of
ruddy
heat
,
as
if
they
were
knots
of
red
worms
,
and
above
shone
imaginary
fiery
faces
,
tongues
hanging
from
lips
,
glaring
eyes
,
and
other
impish
forms
,
from
which
at
intervals
sparks
flew
in
clusters
like
birds
from
a
nest
.
Oak
suddenly
ceased
from
being
a
mere
spectator
by
discovering
the
case
to
be
more
serious
than
he
had
at
first
imagined
.
A
scroll
of
smoke
blew
aside
and
revealed
to
him
a
wheat
-
rick
in
startling
juxtaposition
with
the
decaying
one
,
and
behind
this
a
series
of
others
,
composing
the
main
corn
produce
of
the
farm
;
so
that
instead
of
the
straw
-
stack
standing
,
as
he
had
imagined
comparatively
isolated
,
there
was
a
regular
connection
between
it
and
the
remaining
stacks
of
the
group
.
Gabriel
leapt
over
the
hedge
,
and
saw
that
he
was
not
alone
.
The
first
man
he
came
to
was
running
about
in
a
great
hurry
,
as
if
his
thoughts
were
several
yards
in
advance
of
his
body
,
which
they
could
never
drag
on
fast
enough
.
"
O
,
man
—
fire
,
fire
!
A
good
master
and
a
bad
servant
is
fire
,
fire
!
—
I
mane
a
bad
servant
and
a
good
master
.
Oh
,
Mark
Clark
—
come
!
And
you
,
Billy
Smallbury
—
and
you
,
Maryann
Money
—
and
you
,
Jan
Coggan
,
and
Matthew
there
!
"
Other
figures
now
appeared
behind
this
shouting
man
and
among
the
smoke
,
and
Gabriel
found
that
,
far
from
being
alone
he
was
in
a
great
company
—
whose
shadows
danced
merrily
up
and
down
,
timed
by
the
jigging
of
the
flames
,
and
not
at
all
by
their
owners
’
movements
.
The
assemblage
—
belonging
to
that
class
of
society
which
casts
its
thoughts
into
the
form
of
feeling
,
and
its
feelings
into
the
form
of
commotion
—
set
to
work
with
a
remarkable
confusion
of
purpose
.
