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XIII. Sortes Sanctorum—The Valentine

           "Ididn’taskhimto."

           "Ohno.Buteverybodyelsewasnoticingyou;anditwasoddhedidn’t.There,’tislikehim.Richandgentlemanly,whatdoeshecare?"

           BathshebadroppedintoasilenceintendedtoexpressthatshehadopinionsonthemattertooabstruseforLiddy’scomprehension,ratherthanthatshehadnothingtosay.

           "DearmeIhadnearlyforgottenthevalentineIboughtyesterday,"sheexclaimedatlength.

           "Valentine!whofor,miss?"saidLiddy."FarmerBoldwood?"

           ItwasthesinglenameamongallpossiblewrongonesthatjustatthismomentseemedtoBathshebamorepertinentthantheright.

           "Well,no.ItisonlyforlittleTeddyCoggan.Ihavepromisedhimsomething,andthiswillbeaprettysurpriseforhim.Liddy,youmayaswellbringmemydeskandI’lldirectitatonce."

           Bathshebatookfromherdeskagorgeouslyilluminatedandembosseddesigninpost-octavo,whichhadbeenboughtonthepreviousmarket-dayatthechiefstationer’sinCasterbridge.Inthecentrewasasmallovalenclosure;thiswasleftblank,thatthesendermightinserttenderwordsmoreappropriatetothespecialoccasionthananygeneralitiesbyaprintercouldpossiblybe.

           "Here’saplaceforwriting,"saidBathsheba."WhatshallIput?"

           "Somethingofthissort,Ishouldthink,"returnedLiddypromptly:

           "Theroseisred,

           Thevioletblue,

           Carnation’ssweet,

           Andsoareyou."

           "Yes,thatshallbeit.Itjustsuitsitselftoachubby-facedchildlikehim,"saidBathsheba.Sheinsertedthewordsinasmallthoughlegiblehandwriting;enclosedthesheetinanenvelope,anddippedherpenforthedirection.

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