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Updated: June 25, 2025
A rectangular space of light appeared in the side of the hut, and in the opening the outline of Farmer Oak's figure.
Moreover, she had hardly recovered her equanimity since the disturbance which she had suffered from Oak's remarks. "That's enought that's enough! oh, you fools!" she cried, throwing the parasol and Prayer-book into the passage, and running out of doors in the direction signified. "To come to me, and not go and get them out directly! Oh, the stupid numskulls!"
Oak's eyes could not forsake them; and in en- deavouring to continue his shearing at the same time that he watched Boldwood's manner, he snipped the sheep in the groin. The animal plunged; Bathsheba instantly gazed towards it, and saw the blood. "O, Gabriel!" she exclaimed, with severe remon- strance you who are so strict with the other men see what you are doing yourself!"
He left the room, ran across two or three fields towards the flock, got upon a hedge, and looked over among them. They were crowded close together on the other side around some furze bushes, and the first peculiarity observable was that, on the sudden appearance of Oak's head over the fence, they did not stir or run away. They had now a terror of something greater than their terror of man.
But Simonides says that it was not a white sail which was given by Aegeus, but "a scarlet sail embrued in holm oak's juice," and that this was agreed on by him as the signal of safety. The ship was steered by Phereklus the son of Amarsyas, according to Simonides.
Not distant from my native village stands An ancient image of the Virgin blest, To which the pious pilgrims oft repaired; Hard by a holy oak, of blessed power, Standeth, far-famed through wonders manifold. Beneath the oak's broad shade I loved to sit Tending my flock my heart still drew me there.
It howled, bellowed, and screeched like a legion of demons, so that the crashing of falling trees, and the twisting of the sturdy live oak's toughest limbs, could hardly be heard in the din.
I never was very clever in my inside. But I thank you. Come give me your hand!" She hesitated, somewhat disconcerted at Oak's old- fashioned earnest conclusion. to a dialogue lightly carried on."Very well." she said, and gave him her hand, compressing her lips to a demure impassivity.
The rams, old ewes, and two-shear ewes had duly undergone their stripping, and the men were proceeding with the shear- lings and hogs, when Oak's belief that she was going to stand pleasantly by and time him through another performance was painfully interrupted by Farmer Bold- wood's appearance in the extremest corner of the barn.
The house sank early into the deep repose following emotional stress, the nurse's lamp brightening one window in its black bulk. Outside the night brooded, deep and calm, with whispers in the great oak's foliage, open field and wooded slope pale and dark under the light of stars. Mark, his hands clasped behind his head, looked at the blue space of the window and dreamed of Lorry.
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