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IX. The Homestead—A Visitor—Half-Confidences

           ButwhatbetweenthepoormenIwon’thave,andtherichmenwhowon’thaveme,Istandasapelicaninthewilderness!"

           "Didanybodyeverwanttomarryyoumiss?"Liddyventuredtoaskwhentheywereagainalone."Lotsof’em,Idaresay?"

           Bathshebapaused,asifabouttorefuseareply,butthetemptationtosayyes,sinceitwasreallyinherpowerwasirresistiblebyaspiringvirginity,inspiteofherspleenathavingbeenpublishedasold.

           "Amanwantedtoonce,"shesaid,inahighlyexperiencedtone,andtheimageofGabrielOak,asthefarmer,rosebeforeher.

           "Howniceitmustseem!"saidLiddy,withthefixedfeaturesofmentalrealization."Andyouwouldn’thavehim?"

           "Hewasn’tquitegoodenoughforme."

           "Howsweettobeabletodisdain,whenmostofusaregladtosay,’Thankyou!’IseemIhearit.’No,sirI’myourbetter.’or’Kissmyfoot,sir;myfaceisformouthsofconsequence.’Anddidyoulovehim,miss?"

           "Oh,no.ButIratherlikedhim."

           "Doyounow?"

           "OfcoursenotwhatfootstepsarethoseIhear?"

           Liddylookedfromabackwindowintothecourtyardbehind,whichwasnowgettinglow-tonedanddimwiththeearliestfilmsofnight.Acrookedfileofmenwasapproachingthebackdoor.Thewholestringoftrailingindividualsadvancedinthecompletestbalanceofintention,liketheremarkablecreaturesknownasChainSalpæ,which,distinctlyorganizedinotherrespects,haveonewillcommontoawholefamily

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