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XX. Perplexity—Grinding the Shears—A Quarrel

           "Youdon’tholdtheshearsright,missIknewyouwouldn’tknowthewayholdlikethis."

           Herelinquishedthewinch,andinclosinghertwohandscompletelyinhisown(takingeachaswesometimesslapachild’shandinteachinghimtowrite),graspedtheshearswithher."Inclinetheedgeso,"hesaid.

           Handsandshearswereinclinedtosuitthewords,andheldthusforapeculiarlylongtimebytheinstructorashespoke.

           "Thatwilldo,"exclaimedBathsheba."Loosemyhands.Iwon’thavethemheld!Turnthewinch."

           Gabrielfreedherhandsquietly,retiredtohishandle,andthegrindingwenton.

           "Didthementhinkitodd?"shesaidagain.

           "Oddwasnottheidea,miss."

           "Whatdidtheysay?"

           "ThatFarmerBoldwood’snameandyourownwerelikelytobeflungoverpulpittogetherbeforetheyearwasout."

           "Ithoughtsobythelookofthem!Why,there’snothinginit.Amorefoolishremarkwasnevermade,andIwantyoutocontradictit!that’swhatIcamefor."

           Gabriellookedincredulousandsad,butbetweenhismomentsofincredulity,relieved.

           "Theymusthaveheardourconversation,"shecontinued.

           "Well,then,Bathsheba!"saidOak,stoppingthehandle,andgazingintoherfacewithastonishment.

           "MissEverdene,youmean,"shesaid,withdignity.

           "Imeanthis,thatifMr.Boldwoodreallyspokeofmarriage,Ibain’tgoingtotellastoryandsayhedidn’ttopleaseyou.Ihavealreadytriedtopleaseyoutoomuchformyowngood!"

           Bathshebaregardedhimwithround-eyedperplexity.

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