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"Although he made believe 'tis only keeping up o' Christmas?" "I cannot say." replied Oak. "O 'tis true enough, faith. I cannot understand Farmer Boldwood being such a fool at his time of life as to ho and hanker after thik woman in the way 'a do, and she not care a bit about en." The men, after recognizing Troy's features, withdrew across the orchard as quietly as they had come.
One of these, alloted to the male per- formers, was partitioned into halves by a cloth; and in one of the divisions there was sitting on the grass, pull ing on a pair of jack-boots, a young man whom we instantly recognise as Sergeant Troy. Troy's appearance in this position may be briefly accounted for.
Bathsheba inquired, the next time that Liddy entered the room. "I think 'twas because two men came just then from Casterbridge and began putting up grand carved tombstone." said Liddy. "The lads went to see whose it was." "Do you know?" Bathsheba asked. "I don't." said Liddy. WHEN Troy's wife had left the house at the previous midnight his first act was to cover the dead from sight.
This supreme instance of Troy's goodness fell upon Gabriel ears like the thirteenth stroke of crazy clock. It was not only received with utter incredulity as regarded itself, but threw a doubt on all the assurances that had preceded it. Oak was grieved to find how entirely she trusted him.
To you belongs the honor of saving the credit of the family; I can claim nothing but the inferior merit of having offered you the opportunity. "My IOU, it is needless to say, accompanies these lines. Can I do anything for you abroad? Troy's narrative of the theft to the French police, altering nothing in it but the number of the lost bank-note. What is there left to write about?
It was a picture full of misery, but for a while she contemplated it firmly, allowing herself, nevertheless, as girls will, to dwell upon the happy life she would have enjoyed had Troy been Boldwood, and the path of love the path of duty inflicting upon herself gratuit- ous tortures by imagining him the lover of another woman after forgetting her; for she had penetrated Troy's nature so far as to estimate his tendencies pretty accurately, hut unfortunately loved him no less in thinking that he might soon cease to love her indeed, considerably more.
But to thee how did winds, how fates give passage? or whose divinity landed thee all unwitting on our coasts? what of the boy Ascanius? lives he yet, and draws breath, thy darling, whom Troy's . . . Yet hath the child affection for his lost mother? is he roused to the valour of old and the spirit of manhood by his father Aeneas, by his uncle Hector?"
It was a cloudy, muggy, and very dark night, and the rays from Troy's lantern spread into the two old yews with a strange illuminating power, flickering, as it seemed, up to the black ceiling of cloud above. He felt a large drop of rain upon the back of his hand, and presently one came and entered one of the holes of the lantern, whereupon the candle sputtered and went out.
Troy's answer the living picture of human obstinacy in its most respectable form. If Mr. Troy had not been a lawyer in other words, if he had not been professionally capable of persisting in his own course, in the face of every conceivable difficulty and discouragement Miss Pink might have remained in undisturbed possession of her own opinions. As it was, Mr.
How shall I get you to see how advantageous it will be to you to secure her at once?" "I don't wish to secure her in any new way." Boldwood's arm moved spasmodically towards Troy's person again. He repressed the instinct, and his form drooped as with pain. Troy went on "I shall soon purchase my discharge, and then " "But I wish you to hasten on this marriage! It will be better for you both.
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