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Updated: May 31, 2025
On examining her heart it appeared beyond measure strange that the sub- ject of which the season might have been supposed suggestive the event in the hall at Boldwood's was not agitating her at all; but instead, an agonizing con- viction that everybody abjured her for what she could not tell and that Oak was the ringleader of the recusants.
"It is nothing that you have done, this time. The top and tail o't is this that I am sniffing about here, and waiting for poor Boldwood's farm, with a thought of getting you some day." "Getting me! What does that mean?" "Marrying of 'ee, in plain British. You asked me to tell, so you mustn't blame me."
"I thought my mistress would have married you," said Gabriel, not knowing enough of the full depths of Boldwood's love to keep silence on the farmer's account, and determined not to evade discipline by doing so on his own. "However, it is so sometimes, and nothing happens that we expect." he added, with the repose of a man whom misfortune had inured rather than sub- dued.
A few clear and thread-like horizontal lines were the only interruption to the otherwise smooth surface of his large forehead. The phases of Boldwood's life were ordinary enough, but his was not an ordinary nature.
Boldwood's." "Dainty is lame, miss." said Coggan. "Can ye go on?" "lt was only a stone in her shoe. I got down and pulled it out a hundred yards back. I can manage very well, thank you. I shall be in Bath by daylight. Will you now return, please?"
I am for making this place more modern, that we may be cheerful whilst we can." The military man turned and surveyed the interior of the room, to assist his ideas of improvement in this direction. Gabriel and Coggan began to move on. "Oh, Coggan," said Troy, as if inspired by a recollection "do you know if insanity has ever appeared in Mr. Boldwood's family?" Jan reflected for a moment.
The great mass of sheep in the fair consisted of South Downs and the old Wessex horned breeds, to the latter class Bathsheba's and Farmer Boldwood's mainly belonged. These filed in about nine o'clock, their vermiculated horns lopping gracefully on each side of their cheeks in geometrically perfect spirals, a small pink and white ear nestling under each horn.
"Now look here," said Boldwood, standing in front of him, "wonder or not, you are going to hold a conversation with me." Troy heard the dull determination in Boldwood's voice, looked at his stalwart frame, then at the thick cudgel he carried in his hand. He remembered it was past ten o'clock. It seemed worth while to be civil to Boldwood.
The tone in which this word was uttered was all Troy heard the dull determination in Boldwood's voice, looked at his stalwart frame, then at the thick plainly; and understand, I don't wish to enter into the "I was engaged to be married to Miss Everdene," said Boldwood, "but you came and " "Not engaged." said Troy. "As good as engaged."
She became more or less red in the cheek, the blood wavering in uncertain flux and reflux over the sensitive space between ebb and flood. Gabriel sheared on, constrained and sad. She left Boldwood's side, and he walked up and down alone for nearly a quarter of an hour.
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