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XXVI. Scene on the Verge of the Hay-Mead

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           "ButindeedIcan’thaveit!"shesaid,inaperfectsimmerofdistress."Oh,howcanyoudosuchathing;thatisifyoureallymeanit!Givemeyourdeadfather’swatch,andsuchavaluableone!Youshouldnotbesoreckless,indeed,SergeantTroy!"

           "Ilovedmyfather:good;butbetter,Iloveyoumore.That’showIcandoit,"saidthesergeant,withanintonationofsuchexquisitefidelitytonaturethatitwasevidentlynotallactednow.Herbeauty,which,whilstithadbeenquiescent,hehadpraisedinjest,hadinitsanimatedphasesmovedhimtoearnest;andthoughhisseriousnesswaslessthansheimagined,itwasprobablymorethanheimaginedhimself.

           Bathshebawasbrimmingwithagitatedbewilderment,andshesaid,inhalf-suspiciousaccentsoffeeling,"Canitbe!Oh,howcanitbe,thatyoucareforme,andsosuddenly!Youhaveseensolittleofme:Imaynotbereallysosonice-lookingasIseemtoyou.Please,dotakeit;Oh,do!Icannotandwillnothaveit.Believeme,yourgenerosityistoogreat.Ihaveneverdoneyouasinglekindness,andwhyshouldyoubesokindtome?"

           Afactitiousreplyhadbeenagainuponhislips,butitwasagainsuspended,andhelookedatherwithanarrestedeye.Thetruthwas,thatasshenowstoodexcited,wild,andhonestasthedayheralluringbeautyboreoutsofullytheepithetshehadbestoweduponitthathewasquitestartledathistemerityinadvancingthemasfalse.Hesaidmechanically,"Ah,why?"andcontinuedtolookather.

           "Andmyworkfolkseemefollowingyouaboutthefield,andarewondering

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