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Bathsheba's perturbed meditations by the roadside had ultimately evolved a conclusion that there were only two remedies for the present desperate state of affairs. The first was merely to keep Troy away from Weather- bury till Boldwood's indignation had cooled; the second to listen to Oak's entreaties, and Boldwood's denuncia- tions, and give up Troy altogether. Alas!
Oak's allusion to his own love for her lessened, to some extent, her anger at his interference; but she could not really forgive him for letting his wish to marry her be eclipsed by his wish to do her good, any more than for his slighting treatment of Troy. "I wish you to go elsewhere." she commanded, a paleness of face invisible to the eye being suggested by the trembling words.
The King had said he would give many, many dollars to the man who could fell the oak, but no one was man enough for that, for as soon as ever one chip of the oak's trunk flew off, two grew in its stead. A well, too, the King had dug, which was to hold water for the whole year; for all his neighbours had wells, but he hadn't any, and that he thought a shame.
It was at that moment that curiosity overcame Sunny Oak's habitual indolence, and his face appeared over the window-sill. "He's stole from me," said Scipio in a low tone. "What's he stole?" demanded the gambler savagely. "My wife." The stillness of the room remained unbroken for some moments. Actions came far easier to these men than mere words.
Minky, a plain, large man of blunt speech and gruff manners, looked up swiftly as Scipio entered, and a moment later three more pairs of eyes were fixed inquiringly upon the newcomer. "Struck color?" inquired Minky, with his gruffest cordiality. "No." Scipio's entire attitude had distinctly undergone a change since Sunny Oak's lazy eyes first discovered his approach.
They are a well matched pair." "Then you still love Fatia Negra?" enquired Henrietta sadly. The girl blushed. "I love him, yes, and therefore he must die." She went on: "'At that moment he was like a magician battling with a giant. The other was half a head taller than he, and the muscles of his arms stood out like the rugged bark of an oak's trunk. Black Mask was much the slimmer.
"If the oak is out before the ash, 'Twill be a summer of wet and splash; But if the ash is before the oak, 'Twill be a summer of fire and smoke." "If the oak's before the ash, then you'll only get a splash, If the ash precedes the oak, then you may expect a soak."
But, thanks to Boldwood's reticence and Oak's generosity, the lover she had followed had never been individualized as Troy.
" 'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good green wood, So blithe Lady Alice is singing; On the beech's pride, and the oak's brown side, Lord Richard's axe is ringing." Philetus came, and was inducted into office and the little room immediately; and Fleda felt herself eased of a burden.
"That's never Gable Oak's grandson over at Norcombe never!" he said, as a formula expressive of surprise, which nobody was supposed for a moment to take literally. "My father and my grandfather were old men of the name of Gabriel," said the shepherd, placidly. "Thought I knowed the man's face as I seed him on the rick! thought I did! And where be ye trading o't to now, shepherd?"
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