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She
moved
between
them
as
a
chaise
between
carts
,
was
heard
after
them
as
a
romance
after
sermons
,
was
felt
among
them
like
a
breeze
among
furnaces
.
It
had
required
a
little
determination
—
far
more
than
she
had
at
first
imagined
—
to
take
up
a
position
here
,
for
at
her
first
entry
the
lumbering
dialogues
had
ceased
,
nearly
every
face
had
been
turned
towards
her
,
and
those
that
were
already
turned
rigidly
fixed
there
.
Two
or
three
only
of
the
farmers
were
personally
known
to
Bathsheba
,
and
to
these
she
had
made
her
way
.
But
if
she
was
to
be
the
practical
woman
she
had
intended
to
show
herself
,
business
must
be
carried
on
,
introductions
or
none
,
and
she
ultimately
acquired
confidence
enough
to
speak
and
reply
boldly
to
men
merely
known
to
her
by
hearsay
.
Bathsheba
too
had
her
sample
-
bags
,
and
by
degrees
adopted
the
professional
pour
into
the
hand
—
holding
up
the
grains
in
her
narrow
palm
for
inspection
,
in
perfect
Casterbridge
manner
.
Something
in
the
exact
arch
of
her
upper
unbroken
row
of
teeth
,
and
in
the
keenly
pointed
corners
of
her
red
mouth
when
,
with
parted
lips
,
she
somewhat
defiantly
turned
up
her
face
to
argue
a
point
with
a
tall
man
,
suggested
that
there
was
potentiality
enough
in
that
lithe
slip
of
humanity
for
alarming
exploits
of
sex
,
and
daring
enough
to
carry
them
out
.
But
her
eyes
had
a
softness
—
invariably
a
softness
—
which
,
had
they
not
been
dark
,
would
have
seemed
mistiness
;
as
they
were
,
it
lowered
an
expression
that
might
have
been
piercing
to
simple
clearness
.
Strange
to
say
of
a
woman
in
full
bloom
and
vigor
,
she
always
allowed
her
interlocutors
to
finish
their
statements
before
rejoining
with
hers
.
In
arguing
on
prices
,
she
held
to
her
own
firmly
,
as
was
natural
in
a
dealer
,
and
reduced
theirs
persistently
,
as
was
inevitable
in
a
woman
.
But
there
was
an
elasticity
in
her
firmness
which
removed
it
from
obstinacy
,
as
there
was
a
naïveté
in
her
cheapening
which
saved
it
from
meanness
.
Those
of
the
farmers
with
whom
she
had
no
dealings
(
by
far
the
greater
part
)
were
continually
asking
each
other
,
"
Who
is
she
?
"
The
reply
would
be
—
"
Farmer
Everdene
’
s
niece
;
took
on
Weatherbury
Upper
Farm
;
turned
away
the
baily
,
and
swears
she
’
ll
do
everything
herself
.
"
The
other
man
would
then
shake
his
head
.
"
Yes
,
’
tis
a
pity
she
’
s
so
headstrong
,
"
the
first
would
say
.
"
But
we
ought
to
be
proud
of
her
here
—
she
lightens
up
the
old
place
.
’
Tis
such
a
shapely
maid
,
however
,
that
she
’
ll
soon
get
picked
up
.
"
It
would
be
ungallant
to
suggest
that
the
novelty
of
her
engagement
in
such
an
occupation
had
almost
as
much
to
do
with
the
magnetism
as
had
the
beauty
of
her
face
and
movements
.
However
,
the
interest
was
general
,
and
this
Saturday
’
s
début
in
the
forum
,
whatever
it
may
have
been
to
Bathsheba
as
the
buying
and
selling
farmer
,
was
unquestionably
a
triumph
to
her
as
the
maiden
.
Indeed
,
the
sensation
was
so
pronounced
that
her
instinct
on
two
or
three
occasions
was
merely
to
walk
as
a
queen
among
these
gods
of
the
fallow
,
like
a
little
sister
of
a
little
Jove
,
and
to
neglect
closing
prices
altogether
.
The
numerous
evidences
of
her
power
to
attract
were
only
thrown
into
greater
relief
by
a
marked
exception
.
Women
seem
to
have
eyes
in
their
ribbons
for
such
matters
as
these
.
Bathsheba
,
without
looking
within
a
right
angle
of
him
,
was
conscious
of
a
black
sheep
among
the
flock
.
