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VII. Recognition—A Timid Girl

           

           Bathshebathenrodeoffintothedarkness,andthemenstraggledontothevillageintwosandthreesOakandthebailiffbeingleftbytherickalone.

           "Andnow,"saidthebailiff,finally,"allissettled,Ithink,aboutyourcoming,andIamgoinghome-along.Good-nighttoye,shepherd."

           "Canyougetmealodging?"inquiredGabriel.

           "ThatIcan’t,indeed,"hesaid,movingpastOakasaChristianedgespastanoffertory-platewhenhedoesnotmeantocontribute."IfyoufollowontheroadtillyoucometoWarren’sMalthouse,wheretheyareallgonetohavetheirsnapofvictuals,Idaresaysomeof’emwilltellyouofaplace.Good-nighttoye,shepherd."

           Thebailiffwhoshowedthisnervousdreadoflovinghisneighbourashimself,wentupthehill,andOakwalkedontothevillage,stillastonishedatthereencounterwithBathsheba,gladofhisnearnesstoher,andperplexedattherapiditywithwhichtheunpractisedgirlofNorcombehaddevelopedintothesupervisingandcoolwomanhere.Butsomewomenonlyrequireanemergencytomakethemfitforone.

           Obliged,tosomeextent,toforgodreaminginordertofindtheway,hereachedthechurchyard,andpassedrounditunderthewallwhereseveralancienttreesgrew.Therewasawidemarginofgrassalonghere,andGabriel’sfootstepsweredeadenedbyitssoftness,evenatthisinduratingperiodoftheyear.Whenabreastofatrunkwhichappearedtobetheoldestoftheold,hebecameawarethatafigurewasstandingbehindit.Gabrieldidnotpauseinhiswalk,andinanothermomentheaccidentallykickedaloosestone.

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