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XIII. Sortes Sanctorum—The Valentine

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           "What’srightweekdaysisrightSundays,"repliedhermistressinatonewhichwasaproofinitself.

           Thebookwasopenedtheleaves,drabwithage,beingquitewornawayatmuch-readversesbytheforefingersofunpractisedreadersinformerdays,wheretheyweremovedalongunderthelineasanaidtothevision.ThespecialverseintheBookofRuthwassoughtoutbyBathsheba,andthesublimewordsmethereye.Theyslightlythrilledandabashedher.ItwasWisdomintheabstractfacingFollyintheconcrete.Follyintheconcreteblushed,persistedinherintention,andplacedthekeyonthebook.Arustypatchimmediatelyupontheverse,causedbypreviouspressureofanironsubstancethereon,toldthatthiswasnotthefirsttimetheoldvolumehadbeenusedforthepurpose.

           "Nowkeepsteady,andbesilent,"saidBathsheba.

           Theversewasrepeated;thebookturnedround;Bathshebablushedguiltily.

           "Whodidyoutry?"saidLiddycuriously.

           "Ishallnottellyou."

           "DidyounoticeMr.Boldwood’sdoingsinchurchthismorning,miss?"Liddycontinued,adumbratingbytheremarkthetrackherthoughtshadtaken.

           "No,indeed,"saidBathsheba,withsereneindifference.

           "Hispewisexactlyoppositeyours,miss."

           "Iknowit."

           "Andyoudidnotseehisgoingson!"

           "CertainlyIdidnot,Itellyou."

           Liddyassumedasmallerphysiognomy,andshutherlipsdecisively.

           Thismovewasunexpected,andproportionatelydisconcerting."Whatdidhedo?"Bathshebasaidperforce.

           "Didn’tturnhisheadtolookatyouoncealltheservice."

           "Whyshouldhe?"againdemandedhermistress,wearinganettledlook.

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