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Updated: June 25, 2025
The young woman came regularly to milk the healthy cow or to attend to the sick one, but never allowed her vision to stray in the direction of Oak's person. His want of tact had deeply offended her not by seeing what he could not help, but by letting her know that he had seen it.
'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. Lady of the Lake. Philetus came, and was inducted into office and the little room immediately; and Fleda felt herself eased of a burden.
He has left the hawthorn indeed, but only for a minute or two, to fetch a few seeds, and comes back each time more full of song-talk than ever. He notes no slow movement of the oak's shadow on the grass; it is nothing to him and his lady dear that the sun, as seen from his nest, is crossing from one great bough of the oak to another.
Then her eye followed Oak's, and she read the words with which the inscription opened: "Erected by Francis Troy in Beloved Memory of Fanny Robin." Oak saw her, and his first act was to gaze inquiringly and learn how she received this knowledge of the authorship of the work, which to himself had caused considerable astonishment. But such discoveries did not much affect her now.
They even went so far as to consent that Ab might pay a return visit upon the succeeding day, though it was stipulated that the father and this was a demand the mother made should accompany the boy upon most of the journey. One-Ear knew Oak's father very well. Oak's father, Stripe-Face, was a man of standing in the widely-scattered community.
Leaning against the oak's massive trunk, and feeling the rough bark and the lichen at my back, looking southwards over the grassy fields, cowslip-yellow, at the woods on the slope, I thought my desire of deeper soul-life.
Since he lived six times as many working-days as Sundays, Oak's appearance in his old clothes was most peculiarly his own the mental picture formed by his neighbours in imagining him being always dressed in that way. He wore a low-crowned felt hat, spread out at the base by tight jamming upon the head for security in high winds, and a coat like Dr.
Oak carried about him, by way of watch, what may be called a small silver clock; in other words, it was a watch as to shape and intention, and a small clock as to size. This instrument being several years older than Oak's grandfather, had the peculiarity of going either too fast or not at all.
"You're standing in my light; and that I can't endure. I must have proper sunshine. Take your leaves away, or else I shall die." The beeches only laughed and went on growing. At last they met right over the little oak's head and then he died. "That was ill done," roared the big oaks and shook their branches in anger. But the old oak stood up for his foster-children: "Serve him right!" he said.
While the cup was being examined, the end of Gabriel Oak's flute became visible over his smock-frock I seed you blowing into a great flute by now at Caster- bridge?" "You did." said Gabriel, blushing faintly. "I've been in great trouble, neighbours, and was driven to it. take it careless-like, shepherd and your time will come tired?"
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