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XXXIX. Coming Home—A Cry

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           "Never,never!I’llgoahundredmilestheotherwayfirst.Ihatethesoundoftheveryword!"

           "Butthequestionofgoingtoseetheraceorstayingathomehasverylittletodowiththematter.Betsareallbookedsafelyenoughbeforetheracebegins,youmaydepend.Whetheritisabadraceformeoragoodone,willhaveverylittletodowithourgoingtherenextMonday."

           "Butyoudon’tmeantosaythatyouhaveriskedanythingonthisonetoo!"sheexclaimed,withanagonizedlook.

           "Therenow,don’tyoubealittlefool.Waittillyouaretold.Why,Bathsheba,youhavelostallthepluckandsaucinessyouformerlyhad,anduponmylifeifIhadknownwhatachicken-heartedcreatureyouwereunderallyourboldness,I’dneverhaveIknowwhat."

           AflashofindignationmighthavebeenseeninBathsheba’sdarkeyesasshelookedresolutelyaheadafterthisreply.Theymovedonwithoutfurtherspeech,someearly-witheredleavesfromthetreeswhichhoodedtheroadatthisspotoccasionallyspinningdownwardacrosstheirpathtotheearth.

           Awomanappearedonthebrowofthehill.Theridgewasinacutting,sothatshewasverynearthehusbandandwifebeforeshebecamevisible.Troyhadturnedtowardsthegigtoremount,andwhilstputtinghisfootonthestepthewomanpassedbehindhim.

           Thoughtheovershadowingtreesandtheapproachofeventideenvelopedthemingloom,Bathshebacouldseeplainlyenoughtodiscerntheextremepovertyofthewoman’sgarb,andthesadnessofherface.

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