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"
Liddy
—
you
must
,
"
said
Bathsheba
.
Liddy
held
up
her
hands
and
arms
,
coated
with
dust
from
the
rubbish
they
were
sorting
,
and
looked
imploringly
at
her
mistress
.
"
There
—
Mrs
.
Coggan
is
going
!
"
said
Bathsheba
,
exhaling
her
relief
in
the
form
of
a
long
breath
which
had
lain
in
her
bosom
a
minute
or
more
.
The
door
opened
,
and
a
deep
voice
said
—
"
Is
Miss
Everdene
at
home
?
"
"
I
’
ll
see
,
sir
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Coggan
,
and
in
a
minute
appeared
in
the
room
.
"
Dear
,
what
a
thirtover
place
this
world
is
!
"
continued
Mrs
.
Coggan
(
a
wholesome
-
looking
lady
who
had
a
voice
for
each
class
of
remark
according
to
the
emotion
involved
;
who
could
toss
a
pancake
or
twirl
a
mop
with
the
accuracy
of
pure
mathematics
,
and
who
at
this
moment
showed
hands
shaggy
with
fragments
of
dough
and
arms
encrusted
with
flour
)
.
"
I
am
never
up
to
my
elbows
,
Miss
,
in
making
a
pudding
but
one
of
two
things
do
happen
—
either
my
nose
must
needs
begin
tickling
,
and
I
can
’
t
live
without
scratching
it
,
or
somebody
knocks
at
the
door
.
Here
’
s
Mr
.
Boldwood
wanting
to
see
you
,
Miss
Everdene
.
"
A
woman
’
s
dress
being
a
part
of
her
countenance
,
and
any
disorder
in
the
one
being
of
the
same
nature
with
a
malformation
or
wound
in
the
other
,
Bathsheba
said
at
once
—
"
I
can
’
t
see
him
in
this
state
.
Whatever
shall
I
do
?
"
