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LVII. A Foggy Night and Morning—Conclusion

           "

           "Indeeditis;howcanyoutellsuchastory,Liddy?Iknowitmustbeeversomuchpastseven.Cometomyroomassoonasyoucan;Iwantyoutogivemyhairagoodbrushing."

           WhenLiddycametoBathsheba’sroomhermistresswasalreadywaiting.Liddycouldnotunderstandthisextraordinarypromptness."Whateverisgoingon,ma’am?"shesaid.

           "Well,I’lltellyou,"saidBathsheba,withamischievoussmileinherbrighteyes."FarmerOakiscomingheretodinewithmeto-day!"

           "FarmerOakandnobodyelse?youtwoalone?"

           "Yes."

           "Butisitsafe,ma’am,afterwhat’sbeensaid?"askedhercompanion,dubiously."Awoman’sgoodnameissuchaperishablearticlethat"

           Bathshebalaughedwithaflushedcheek,andwhisperedinLiddy’sear,althoughtherewasnobodypresent.ThenLiddystaredandexclaimed,"Soulsalive,whatnews!Itmakesmyheartgoquitebumpity-bump!"

           "Itmakesmineratherfurious,too,"saidBathsheba."However,there’snogettingoutofitnow!"

           Itwasadampdisagreeablemorning.Nevertheless,attwentyminutestoteno’clock,Oakcameoutofhishouse,and

           Wentupthehillside

           Withthatsortofstride

           Amanputsoutwhenwalkinginsearchofabride,

           andknockedBathsheba’sdoor.Tenminuteslateralargeandasmallerumbrellamighthavebeenseenmovingfromthesamedoor,andthroughthemistalongtheroadtothechurch.Thedistancewasnotmorethanaquarterofamile,andthesetwosensiblepersonsdeemeditunnecessarytodrive.

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