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It
is
rarely
that
the
pleasures
of
the
imagination
will
compensate
for
the
pain
of
sleeplessness
,
but
they
possibly
did
with
Oak
to
-
night
,
for
the
delight
of
merely
seeing
her
effaced
for
the
time
his
perception
of
the
great
difference
between
seeing
and
possessing
.
He
also
thought
of
plans
for
fetching
his
few
utensils
and
books
from
Norcombe
.
The
Young
Man
’
s
Best
Companion
,
The
Farrier
’
s
Sure
Guide
,
The
Veterinary
Surgeon
,
Paradise
Lost
,
The
Pilgrim
’
s
Progress
,
Robinson
Crusoe
,
Ash
’
s
Dictionary
,
and
Walkingame
’
s
Arithmetic
,
constituted
his
library
;
and
though
a
limited
series
,
it
was
one
from
which
he
had
acquired
more
sound
information
by
diligent
perusal
than
many
a
man
of
opportunities
has
done
from
a
furlong
of
laden
shelves
.
By
daylight
,
the
bower
of
Oak
’
s
new
-
found
mistress
,
Bathsheba
Everdene
,
presented
itself
as
a
hoary
building
,
of
the
early
stage
of
Classic
Renaissance
as
regards
its
architecture
,
and
of
a
proportion
which
told
at
a
glance
that
,
as
is
so
frequently
the
case
,
it
had
once
been
the
memorial
hall
upon
a
small
estate
around
it
,
now
altogether
effaced
as
a
distinct
property
,
and
merged
in
the
vast
tract
of
a
non
-
resident
landlord
,
which
comprised
several
such
modest
demesnes
.
Fluted
pilasters
,
worked
from
the
solid
stone
,
decorated
its
front
,
and
above
the
roof
the
chimneys
were
panelled
or
columnar
,
some
coped
gables
with
finials
and
like
features
still
retaining
traces
of
their
Gothic
extraction
.
Soft
brown
mosses
,
like
faded
velveteen
,
formed
cushions
upon
the
stone
tiling
,
and
tufts
of
the
houseleek
or
sengreen
sprouted
from
the
eaves
of
the
low
surrounding
buildings
.
A
gravel
walk
leading
from
the
door
to
the
road
in
front
was
encrusted
at
the
sides
with
more
moss
—
here
it
was
a
silver
-
green
variety
,
the
nut
-
brown
of
the
gravel
being
visible
to
the
width
of
only
a
foot
or
two
in
the
centre
.
This
circumstance
,
and
the
generally
sleepy
air
of
the
whole
prospect
here
,
together
with
the
animated
and
contrasting
state
of
the
reverse
façade
,
suggested
to
the
imagination
that
on
the
adaptation
of
the
building
for
farming
purposes
the
vital
principle
of
the
house
had
turned
round
inside
its
body
to
face
the
other
way
.
Reversals
of
this
kind
,
strange
deformities
,
tremendous
paralyses
,
are
often
seen
to
be
inflicted
by
trade
upon
edifices
—
either
individual
or
in
the
aggregate
as
streets
and
towns
—
which
were
originally
planned
for
pleasure
alone
.
Lively
voices
were
heard
this
morning
in
the
upper
rooms
,
the
main
staircase
to
which
was
of
hard
oak
,
the
balusters
,
heavy
as
bed
-
posts
,
being
turned
and
moulded
in
the
quaint
fashion
of
their
century
,
the
handrail
as
stout
as
a
parapet
-
top
,
and
the
stairs
themselves
continually
twisting
round
like
a
person
trying
to
look
over
his
shoulder
.
Going
up
,
the
floors
above
were
found
to
have
a
very
irregular
surface
,
rising
to
ridges
,
sinking
into
valleys
;
and
being
just
then
uncarpeted
,
the
face
of
the
boards
was
seen
to
be
eaten
into
innumerable
vermiculations
.
Every
window
replied
by
a
clang
to
the
opening
and
shutting
of
every
door
,
a
tremble
followed
every
bustling
movement
,
and
a
creak
accompanied
a
walker
about
the
house
,
like
a
spirit
,
wherever
he
went
.
In
the
room
from
which
the
conversation
proceeded
Bathsheba
and
her
servant
-
companion
,
Liddy
Smallbury
,
were
to
be
discovered
sitting
upon
the
floor
,
and
sorting
a
complication
of
papers
,
books
,
bottles
,
and
rubbish
spread
out
thereon
—
remnants
from
the
household
stores
of
the
late
occupier
.
Liddy
,
the
maltster
’
s
great
-
granddaughter
,
was
about
Bathsheba
’
s
equal
in
age
,
and
her
face
was
a
prominent
advertisement
of
the
light
-
hearted
English
country
girl
.
The
beauty
her
features
might
have
lacked
in
form
was
amply
made
up
for
by
perfection
of
hue
,
which
at
this
winter
-
time
was
the
softened
ruddiness
on
a
surface
of
high
rotundity
that
we
meet
with
in
a
Terburg
or
a
Gerard
Douw
;
and
,
like
the
presentations
of
those
great
colourists
,
it
was
a
face
which
kept
well
back
from
the
boundary
between
comeliness
and
the
ideal
.
Though
elastic
in
nature
she
was
less
daring
than
Bathsheba
,
and
occasionally
showed
some
earnestness
,
which
consisted
half
of
genuine
feeling
,
and
half
of
mannerliness
superadded
by
way
of
duty
.
Through
a
partly
-
opened
door
the
noise
of
a
scrubbing
-
brush
led
up
to
the
charwoman
,
Maryann
Money
,
a
person
who
for
a
face
had
a
circular
disc
,
furrowed
less
by
age
than
by
long
gazes
of
perplexity
at
distant
objects
.
To
think
of
her
was
to
get
good
-
humoured
;
to
speak
of
her
was
to
raise
the
image
of
a
dried
Normandy
pippin
.
"
Stop
your
scrubbing
a
moment
,
"
said
Bathsheba
through
the
door
to
her
.
"
I
hear
something
.
"
