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XXVII. Hiving the Bees

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           Soawhimsicalfateorderedthatherhatshouldbetakenoffveilandallattachedandplaceduponhishead,Troytossinghisownintoagooseberrybush.Thentheveilhadtobetiedatitsloweredgeroundhiscollarandtheglovesputonhim.

           Helookedsuchanextraordinaryobjectinthisguisethat,flurriedasshewas,shecouldnotavoidlaughingoutright.Itwastheremovalofyetanotherstakefromthepalisadeofcoldmannerswhichhadkepthimoff.

           Bathshebalookedonfromthegroundwhilsthewasbusysweepingandshakingthebeesfromthetree,holdingupthehivewiththeotherhandforthemtofallinto.Shemadeuseofanunobservedminutewhilsthisattentionwasabsorbedintheoperationtoarrangeherplumesalittle.Hecamedownholdingthehiveatarm’slength,behindwhichtrailedacloudofbees.

           "Uponmylife,"saidTroy,throughtheveil,"holdingupthishivemakesone’sarmacheworsethanaweekofsword-exercise."Whenthemanœuvrewascompleteheapproachedher."Wouldyoubegoodenoughtountiemeandletmeout?Iamnearlystifledinsidethissilkcage."

           Tohideherembarrassmentduringtheunwontedprocessofuntyingthestringabouthisneck,shesaid:

           "Ihaveneverseenthatyouspokeof."

           "What?"

           "Thesword-exercise."

           "Ah!wouldyouliketo?"saidTroy.

           Bathshebahesitated.ShehadheardwondrousreportsfromtimetotimebydwellersinWeatherbury,whohadbychancesojournedawhileinCasterbridge,nearthebarracks,ofthisstrangeandgloriousperformance,thesword-exercise

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