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"
True
,
"
said
Jacob
Smallbury
,
deepening
his
thoughts
to
a
profounder
view
of
the
subject
.
"
’
Tis
a
thought
to
look
at
,
that
ye
might
have
been
worse
;
but
even
as
you
be
,
’
tis
a
very
bad
affliction
for
’
ee
,
Joseph
.
For
ye
see
,
shepherd
,
though
’
tis
very
well
for
a
woman
,
dang
it
all
,
’
tis
awkward
for
a
man
like
him
,
poor
feller
?
"
"
’
Tis
—
’
tis
,
"
said
Gabriel
,
recovering
from
a
meditation
.
"
Yes
,
very
awkward
for
the
man
.
"
"
Ay
,
and
he
’
s
very
timid
,
too
,
"
observed
Jan
Coggan
.
"
Once
he
had
been
working
late
at
Yalbury
Bottom
,
and
had
had
a
drap
of
drink
,
and
lost
his
way
as
he
was
coming
home
-
along
through
Yalbury
Wood
,
didn
’
t
ye
,
Master
Poorgrass
?
"
"
No
,
no
,
no
;
not
that
story
!
"
expostulated
the
modest
man
,
forcing
a
laugh
to
bury
his
concern
.
"
—
And
so
’
a
lost
himself
quite
,
"
continued
Mr
.
Coggan
,
with
an
impassive
face
,
implying
that
a
true
narrative
,
like
time
and
tide
,
must
run
its
course
and
would
respect
no
man
.
"
And
as
he
was
coming
along
in
the
middle
of
the
night
,
much
afeared
,
and
not
able
to
find
his
way
out
of
the
trees
nohow
,
’
a
cried
out
,
’
Man
-
a
-
lost
!
man
-
a
-
lost
!
’
A
owl
in
a
tree
happened
to
be
crying
’
Whoo
-
whoo
-
whoo
!
’
as
owls
do
,
you
know
,
shepherd
"
(
Gabriel
nodded
)
,
"
and
Joseph
,
all
in
a
tremble
,
said
,
’
Joseph
Poorgrass
,
of
Weatherbury
,
sir
!
’
"
"
No
,
no
,
now
—
that
’
s
too
much
!
"
said
the
timid
man
,
becoming
a
man
of
brazen
courage
all
of
a
sudden
.
"
I
didn
’
t
say
sir
.
I
’
ll
take
my
oath
I
didn
’
t
say
’
Joseph
Poorgrass
o
’
Weatherbury
,
sir
.
’
No
,
no
;
what
’
s
right
is
right
,
and
I
never
said
sir
to
the
bird
,
knowing
very
well
that
no
man
of
a
gentleman
’
s
rank
would
be
hollering
there
at
that
time
o
’
night
.
’
Joseph
Poorgrass
of
Weatherbury
,
’
—
that
’
s
every
word
I
said
,
and
I
shouldn
’
t
ha
’
said
that
if
’
t
hadn
’
t
been
for
Keeper
Day
’
s
metheglin
…
There
,
’
twas
a
merciful
thing
it
ended
where
it
did
.
"
The
question
of
which
was
right
being
tacitly
waived
by
the
company
,
Jan
went
on
meditatively
:
—
"
And
he
’
s
the
fearfullest
man
,
bain
’
t
ye
,
Joseph
?
Ay
,
another
time
ye
were
lost
by
Lambing
-
Down
Gate
,
weren
’
t
ye
,
Joseph
?
"
"
I
was
,
"
replied
Poorgrass
,
as
if
there
were
some
conditions
too
serious
even
for
modesty
to
remember
itself
under
,
this
being
one
.
