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"
What
’
s
right
week
days
is
right
Sundays
,
"
replied
her
mistress
in
a
tone
which
was
a
proof
in
itself
.
The
book
was
opened
—
the
leaves
,
drab
with
age
,
being
quite
worn
away
at
much
-
read
verses
by
the
forefingers
of
unpractised
readers
in
former
days
,
where
they
were
moved
along
under
the
line
as
an
aid
to
the
vision
.
The
special
verse
in
the
Book
of
Ruth
was
sought
out
by
Bathsheba
,
and
the
sublime
words
met
her
eye
.
They
slightly
thrilled
and
abashed
her
.
It
was
Wisdom
in
the
abstract
facing
Folly
in
the
concrete
.
Folly
in
the
concrete
blushed
,
persisted
in
her
intention
,
and
placed
the
key
on
the
book
.
A
rusty
patch
immediately
upon
the
verse
,
caused
by
previous
pressure
of
an
iron
substance
thereon
,
told
that
this
was
not
the
first
time
the
old
volume
had
been
used
for
the
purpose
.
"
Now
keep
steady
,
and
be
silent
,
"
said
Bathsheba
.
The
verse
was
repeated
;
the
book
turned
round
;
Bathsheba
blushed
guiltily
.
"
Who
did
you
try
?
"
said
Liddy
curiously
.
"
I
shall
not
tell
you
.
"
"
Did
you
notice
Mr
.
Boldwood
’
s
doings
in
church
this
morning
,
miss
?
"
Liddy
continued
,
adumbrating
by
the
remark
the
track
her
thoughts
had
taken
.
"
No
,
indeed
,
"
said
Bathsheba
,
with
serene
indifference
.
"
His
pew
is
exactly
opposite
yours
,
miss
.
"
"
I
know
it
.
"
