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Oak belonged to the even-tempered order of humanity, and felt the secret fusion of himself in Bathsheba to be burning with a finer flame now that she was gone that was all. His incipient friendship with her aunt-had been nipped by the failure of his suit, and all that Oak learnt of Bathsheba's movements was done indirectly.
Bathsheba's devotion to her mother brought its own reward, but it was not in the shape of outward commendation. Some of the more censorious members of her father's congregation were severe in their remarks upon her absorption in the supreme object of her care. It seems that this had prevented her from attending to other duties which they considered more imperative.
Breaking a key is a dreadful bodement. I wish mis'ess was home." "'Tis Cain Ball." said Gabriel, pausing from whetting his reaphook. Oak was not bound by his agreement to assist in the corn-field; but the harvest month is an anxious time for a farmer, and the corn was Bathsheba's, so he lent a hand. "He's dressed up in his best clothes." said Matthew Moon.
"I don't think I am afraid. You are quite sure you will not hurt me?" "Quite sure." "Is the sWord very sharp?" "O no only stand as still as a statue. Now!" In an instant the atmosphere was transformed to Bathsheba's eyes.
Oak went up to the door a little abashed: his mental rehearsal and the reality had had no common grounds of opening. Bathsheba's aunt was indoors. "Will you tell Miss Everdene that somebody would be glad to speak to her?" said Mr. Oak. The voice had evidently been hers. "Will you come in, Mr. Oak?" "Oh, thank 'ee, said Gabriel, following her to the fireplace.
Damaris quite left her work upon Bathsheba's long gold tresses and sat with idle hands, her level gaze upon nothing short of the great highway of the sea and certain ships thereon. Where now was the ship? off what green island, what strange, rich shore? On went the gentleman pensioner.
The horse was put in, and on they trotted Bathsheba's sugar, tea, and drapery parcels being packed behind, and expressing in some indescribable manner, by their colour, shape, and general lineaments, that they were that young lady-farmer's property, and the grocer's and draper's no more. "I've been through it, Liddy, and it is over.
Bathsheba's devotion to her mother brought its own reward, but it was not in the shape of outward commendation. Some of the more censorious members of her father's congregation were severe in their remarks upon her absorption in the supreme object of her care. It seems that this had prevented her from attending to other duties which they considered more imperative.
She flung down the letter and surged back into the parlour, with a big heart and tearful eyes, Liddy following her. "O miss!" said mild Liddy, looking pitifully into Bathsheba's face. "I am sorry we mistook you so! did think you cared for him; but I see you don't now." "Shut the door, Liddy." Liddy closed the door, and went on: " People always say such foolery, miss.
He crossed to the barn, leaving her there alone. He looked through the chinks of the door. All was in total darkness, as he had left it, and there still arose, as at the former time, the steady buzz of many snores. He felt a zephyr curling about his cheek, and turned. It was Bathsheba's breath she had followed him, and was looking into the same chink.
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