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VIII. The Malthouse—The Chat—News

           

           "WellMissEverdenewantstospeaktooneortwoofusbeforewegotobed.Whatwiththistroubleaboutthebaily,andnowaboutthegirl,mis’essisalmostwild."

           Theyallhastenedupthelanetothefarmhouse,exceptingtheoldmaltster,whomneithernews,fire,rain,northundercoulddrawfromhishole.There,astheothers’footstepsdiedawayhesatdownagainandcontinuedgazingasusualintothefurnacewithhisred,blearedeyes.

           FromthebedroomwindowabovetheirheadsBathsheba’sheadandshoulders,robedinmysticwhite,weredimlyseenextendedintotheair.

           "Areanyofmymenamongyou?"shesaidanxiously.

           "Yes,ma’am,several,"saidSusanTall’shusband.

           "To-morrowmorningIwishtwoorthreeofyoutomakeinquiriesinthevillagesroundiftheyhaveseensuchapersonasFannyRobin.Doitquietly;thereisnoreasonforalarmasyet.Shemusthaveleftwhilstwewereallatthefire."

           "Ibegyerpardon,buthadsheanyyoungmancourtingherintheparish,ma’am?"askedJacobSmallbury.

           "Idon’tknow,"saidBathsheba.

           "I’veneverheardofanysuchthing,ma’am,"saidtwoorthree.

           "Itishardlylikely,either,"continuedBathsheba."Foranyloverofhersmighthavecometothehouseifhehadbeenarespectablelad.Themostmysteriousmatterconnectedwithherabsenceindeed,theonlythingwhichgivesmeseriousalarmisthatshewasseentogooutofthehousebyMaryannwithonlyherindoorworkinggownonnotevenabonnet.

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