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XXVIII. The Hollow Amid the Ferns

           Imerelygavepointtoyourbosomwherethecaterpillarwas,andinsteadofrunningyouthroughcheckedtheextensionathousandthofaninchshortofyoursurface."

           "Buthowcouldyouchopoffacurlofmyhairwithaswordthathasnoedge?"

           "Noedge!Thisswordwillshavelikearazor.Lookhere."

           Hetouchedthepalmofhishandwiththeblade,andthen,liftingit,showedherathinshavingofscarf-skindanglingtherefrom.

           "Butyousaidbeforebeginningthatitwasbluntandcouldn’tcutme!"

           "Thatwastogetyoutostandstill,andsomakesureofyoursafety.Theriskofinjuringyouthroughyourmovingwastoogreatnottoforcemetotellyouafibtoescapeit."

           Sheshuddered."Ihavebeenwithinaninchofmylife,anddidn’tknowit!"

           "Morepreciselyspeaking,youhavebeenwithinhalfaninchofbeingparedalivetwohundredandninety-fivetimes."

           "Cruel,cruel,’tisofyou!"

           "Youhavebeenperfectlysafe,nevertheless.Myswordnevererrs."AndTroyreturnedtheweapontothescabbard.

           Bathsheba,overcomebyahundredtumultuousfeelingsresultingfromthescene,abstractedlysatdownonatuftofheather.

           "Imustleaveyounow,"saidTroy,softly."AndI’llventuretotakeandkeepthisinremembranceofyou."

           Shesawhimstooptothegrass,pickupthewindinglockwhichhehadseveredfromhermanifoldtresses,twistitroundhisfingers,unfastenabuttoninthebreastofhiscoat,andcarefullyputitinside.Shefeltpowerlesstowithstandordenyhim

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