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Updated: May 7, 2025
"Not run away from one another, you know; run close together, I mean." "Scrape up a few stray locks of furze, and make a blaze, so that we can see who the man is," said Fairway. When the flame arose it revealed a young man in tight raiment, and red from top to toe. "Is there a track across here to Mis'ess Yeobright's house?" he repeated. "Ay keep along the path down there."
As to shepherd, there, I'm sure mis'ess ought to have made ye her baily such a fitting man for't as you be." "I don't mind owning that I expected it." said Oak, frankly." Indeed, I hoped for the place. At the same time, Miss Everdene has a right to be own baily if she choose and to keep me down to be a common shepherd only."
"Come in, sir," he said, rising, as I put my head in at the door. "The mis'ess ben't in, but she'll be here in a few minutes." "O, it's of no consequence," I said. "Are they all well?" "All comfortable, sir. It be fine dry weather for them, this, sir. It be in winter it be worst for them." "But it's a snug enough shelter you've got here.
And now, jown it all, I won't say what I bain't fit for, hey?" "Couldst sign the book, no doubt," said Fairway, "if wast young enough to join hands with a woman again, like Wildeve and Mis'ess Tamsin, which is more than Humph there could do, for he follows his father in learning.
Beyond all doubt the horse was gone. "Hark!" said Gabriel. They listened. Distinct upon the stagnant air came the sounds of a trotting horse passing up Longpuddle Lane just beyond the gipsies' encampment in Weatherbury Bottom. "That's our Dainty I'll swear to her step," said Jan. "Mighty me! Won't mis'ess storm and call us stupids when she comes back!" moaned Maryann.
"I not only happened to be there," said Fairway, with a fresh collection of emphasis, "but I was sitting in the same pew as Mis'ess Yeobright. And though you may not see it as such, it fairly made my blood run cold to hear her. Yes, it is a curious thing; but it made my blood run cold, for I was close at her elbow."
"Now, Grandfer," said Timothy Fairway, "we are ashamed of ye. A reverent old patriarch man as you be seventy if a day to go hornpiping like that by yourself!" "A harrowing old man, Mis'ess Yeobright," said Christian despondingly. "I wouldn't live with him a week, so playward as he is, if I could get away."
"Mis'ess Yeobright, not ten minutes ago a man was here asking for you a reddleman." "What did he want?" said she. "He didn't tell us." "Something to sell, I suppose; what it can be I am at a loss to understand." "I am glad to hear that your son Mr. Clym is coming home at Christmas, ma'am," said Sam, the turf-cutter. "What a dog he used to be for bonfires!" "Yes. I believe he is coming," she said.
"'Be damned if there isn't Mis'ess Yeobright a-standing up, I said," the narrator repeated, giving out the bad word with the same passionless severity of face as before, which proved how entirely necessity and not gusto had to do with the iteration. "And the next thing I heard was, 'I forbid the banns, from her.
"Matthew Moon mem" said Henery Fray, correct- ingly, from behind her chair, to which point he had edged himself. "Matthew Moon." murmured Bathsheba, turning her bright eyes to the book. "Ten and twopence halfpenny is the sum put down to you, I see?" "Yes, mis'ess." said Matthew, as the rustle of wind among dead leaves. "Here it is and ten shillings.
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