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XXIV. The Same Night—The Fir Plantation

           "Headdedasighwhichhadasmucharchnessinitasasighcouldpossesswithoutlosingitsnaturealtogether."Iamthankfulforbeauty,evenwhen’tisthrowntomelikeabonetoadog.Thesemomentswillbeovertoosoon!"

           Sheclosedherlipsinadeterminedsilence.

           Bathshebawasrevolvinginhermindwhetherbyaboldanddesperaterushshecouldfreeherselfattheriskofleavingherskirtbodilybehindher.Thethoughtwastoodreadful.Thedress—whichshehadputontoappearstatelyatthesupper—wastheheadandfrontofherwardrobe;notanotherinherstockbecamehersowell.WhatwomaninBathsheba’sposition,notnaturallytimid,andwithincallofherretainers,wouldhaveboughtescapefromadashingsoldieratsodearaprice?

           "Allingoodtime;itwillsoonbedone,Iperceive,"saidhercoolfriend.

           "Thistriflingprovokes,and—and—"

           "Nottoocruel!"

           "—Insultsme!"

           "ItisdoneinorderthatImayhavethepleasureofapologizingtosocharmingawoman,whichIstraightwaydomosthumbly,madam,"hesaid,bowinglow.

           Bathshebareallyknewnotwhattosay.

           "I’veseenagoodmanywomeninmytime,"continuedtheyoungmaninamurmur,andmorethoughtfullythanhitherto,criticallyregardingherbentheadatthesametime;"butI’veneverseenawomansobeautifulasyou.Takeitorleaveit—beoffendedorlikeit—Idon’tcare."

           "Whoareyou,then,whocansowellaffordtodespiseopinion?"

           "Nostranger.SergeantTroy.Iamstayinginthisplace.—There!itisundoneatlast,yousee.Yourlightfingersweremoreeagerthanmine.

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