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Bathsheba
paused
,
as
if
about
to
refuse
a
reply
,
but
the
temptation
to
say
yes
,
since
it
was
really
in
her
power
was
irresistible
by
aspiring
virginity
,
in
spite
of
her
spleen
at
having
been
published
as
old
.
"
A
man
wanted
to
once
,
"
she
said
,
in
a
highly
experienced
tone
,
and
the
image
of
Gabriel
Oak
,
as
the
farmer
,
rose
before
her
.
"
How
nice
it
must
seem
!
"
said
Liddy
,
with
the
fixed
features
of
mental
realization
.
"
And
you
wouldn
’
t
have
him
?
"
"
He
wasn
’
t
quite
good
enough
for
me
.
"
"
How
sweet
to
be
able
to
disdain
,
when
most
of
us
are
glad
to
say
,
’
Thank
you
!
’
I
seem
I
hear
it
.
’
No
,
sir
—
I
’
m
your
better
.
’
or
’
Kiss
my
foot
,
sir
;
my
face
is
for
mouths
of
consequence
.
’
And
did
you
love
him
,
miss
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
.
But
I
rather
liked
him
.
"
"
Do
you
now
?
"
"
Of
course
not
—
what
footsteps
are
those
I
hear
?
"
Liddy
looked
from
a
back
window
into
the
courtyard
behind
,
which
was
now
getting
low
-
toned
and
dim
with
the
earliest
films
of
night
.
A
crooked
file
of
men
was
approaching
the
back
door
.
The
whole
string
of
trailing
individuals
advanced
in
the
completest
balance
of
intention
,
like
the
remarkable
creatures
known
as
Chain
Salpæ
,
which
,
distinctly
organized
in
other
respects
,
have
one
will
common
to
a
whole
family
Some
were
,
as
usual
,
in
snow
-
white
smock
-
frocks
of
Russia
duck
,
and
some
in
whitey
-
brown
ones
of
drabbet
—
marked
on
the
wrists
,
breasts
,
backs
,
and
sleeves
with
honeycomb
-
work
.
Two
or
three
women
in
pattens
brought
up
the
rear
.
