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The
solemn
and
reserved
yeoman
again
closed
the
letter
,
and
stuck
it
in
the
frame
of
the
glass
.
In
doing
so
he
caught
sight
of
his
reflected
features
,
wan
in
expression
,
and
insubstantial
in
form
.
He
saw
how
closely
compressed
was
his
mouth
,
and
that
his
eyes
were
wide
-
spread
and
vacant
.
Feeling
uneasy
and
dissatisfied
with
himself
for
this
nervous
excitability
,
he
returned
to
bed
.
Then
the
dawn
drew
on
.
The
full
power
of
the
clear
heaven
was
not
equal
to
that
of
a
cloudy
sky
at
noon
,
when
Boldwood
arose
and
dressed
himself
.
He
descended
the
stairs
and
went
out
towards
the
gate
of
a
field
to
the
east
,
leaning
over
which
he
paused
and
looked
around
.
It
was
one
of
the
usual
slow
sunrises
of
this
time
of
the
year
,
and
the
sky
,
pure
violet
in
the
zenith
,
was
leaden
to
the
northward
,
and
murky
to
the
east
,
where
,
over
the
snowy
down
or
ewe
-
lease
on
Weatherbury
Upper
Farm
,
and
apparently
resting
upon
the
ridge
,
the
only
half
of
the
sun
yet
visible
burnt
rayless
,
like
a
red
and
flameless
fire
shining
over
a
white
hearthstone
.
The
whole
effect
resembled
a
sunset
as
childhood
resembles
age
.
In
other
directions
,
the
fields
and
sky
were
so
much
of
one
colour
by
the
snow
,
that
it
was
difficult
in
a
hasty
glance
to
tell
whereabouts
the
horizon
occurred
;
and
in
general
there
was
here
,
too
,
that
before
-
mentioned
preternatural
inversion
of
light
and
shade
which
attends
the
prospect
when
the
garish
brightness
commonly
in
the
sky
is
found
on
the
earth
,
and
the
shades
of
earth
are
in
the
sky
.
Over
the
west
hung
the
wasting
moon
,
now
dull
and
greenish
-
yellow
,
like
tarnished
brass
.
Boldwood
was
listlessly
noting
how
the
frost
had
hardened
and
glazed
the
surface
of
the
snow
,
till
it
shone
in
the
red
eastern
light
with
the
polish
of
marble
;
how
,
in
some
portions
of
the
slope
,
withered
grass
-
bents
,
encased
in
icicles
,
bristled
through
the
smooth
wan
coverlet
in
the
twisted
and
curved
shapes
of
old
Venetian
glass
;
and
how
the
footprints
of
a
few
birds
,
which
had
hopped
over
the
snow
whilst
it
lay
in
the
state
of
a
soft
fleece
,
were
now
frozen
to
a
short
permanency
.
A
half
-
muffled
noise
of
light
wheels
interrupted
him
.
Boldwood
turned
back
into
the
road
.
It
was
the
mail
-
cart
—
a
crazy
,
two
-
wheeled
vehicle
,
hardly
heavy
enough
to
resist
a
puff
of
wind
.
The
driver
held
out
a
letter
Boldwood
seized
it
and
opened
it
,
expecting
another
anonymous
one
—
so
greatly
are
people
’
s
ideas
of
probability
a
mere
sense
that
precedent
will
repeat
itself
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
it
is
for
you
,
sir
,
"
said
the
man
,
when
he
saw
Boldwood
’
s
action
.
"
Though
there
is
no
name
,
I
think
it
is
for
your
shepherd
.
"
Boldwood
looked
then
at
the
address
—
To
the
New
Shepherd
,
Weatherbury
Farm
,
