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VIII. The Malthouse—The Chat—News

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           "Andyoumean,ma’am,excusingmywords,thatayoungwomanwouldhardlygotoseeheryoungmanwithoutdressingup,"saidJacob,turninghismentalvisionuponpastexperiences."That’strueshewouldnot,ma’am."

           "Shehad,Ithink,abundle,thoughIcouldn’tseeverywell,"saidafemalevoicefromanotherwindow,whichseemedthatofMaryann."Butshehadnoyoungmanabouthere.HerslivesinCasterbridge,andIbelievehe’sasoldier."

           "Doyouknowhisname?"Bathshebasaid.

           "No,mistress;shewasverycloseaboutit."

           "PerhapsImightbeabletofindoutifIwenttoCasterbridgebarracks,"saidWilliamSmallbury.

           "Verywell;ifshedoesn’treturnto-morrow,mindyougothereandtrytodiscoverwhichmanitis,andseehim.IfeelmoreresponsiblethanIshouldifshehadhadanyfriendsorrelationsalive.Idohopeshehascometonoharmthroughamanofthatkind…Andthenthere’sthisdisgracefulaffairofthebailiffbutIcan’tspeakofhimnow."

           Bathshebahadsomanyreasonsforuneasinessthatitseemedshedidnotthinkitworthwhiletodwelluponanyparticularone."DoasItoldyou,then,"shesaidinconclusion,closingthecasement.

           "Ay,ay,mistress;wewill,"theyreplied,andmovedaway.

           ThatnightatCoggan’s,GabrielOak,beneaththescreenofclosedeyelids,wasbusywithfancies,andfullofmovement,likeariverflowingrapidlyunderitsice.NighthadalwaysbeenthetimeatwhichhesawBathshebamostvividly,andthroughtheslowhoursofshadowhetenderlyregardedherimagenow

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