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"
Gabriel
Oak
,
that
’
s
my
name
,
neighbours
.
"
The
ancient
maltster
sitting
in
the
midst
turned
at
this
—
his
turning
being
as
the
turning
of
a
rusty
crane
.
"
That
’
s
never
Gable
Oak
’
s
grandson
over
at
Norcombe
—
never
!
"
he
said
,
as
a
formula
expressive
of
surprise
,
which
nobody
was
supposed
for
a
moment
to
take
literally
.
"
My
father
and
my
grandfather
were
old
men
of
the
name
of
Gabriel
,
"
said
the
shepherd
,
placidly
.
"
Thought
I
knowed
the
man
’
s
face
as
I
seed
him
on
the
rick
!
—
thought
I
did
!
And
where
be
ye
trading
o
’
t
to
now
,
shepherd
?
"
"
I
’
m
thinking
of
biding
here
,
"
said
Mr
.
Oak
.
"
Knowed
yer
grandfather
for
years
and
years
!
"
continued
the
maltster
,
the
words
coming
forth
of
their
own
accord
as
if
the
momentum
previously
imparted
had
been
sufficient
.
"
Ah
—
and
did
you
!
"
"
Knowed
yer
grandmother
.
"
