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XXI. Troubles in the Fold—A Message

           FarmerBoldwoodhevgotthethingtheydoitwith.’Tisahollerpipe,withasharpprickerinside.Isn’tit,Joseph?"

           "Ayahollerpipe,"echoedJoseph."That’swhat’tis."

           "Ay,surethat’sthemachine,"chimedinHeneryFray,reflectively,withanOrientalindifferencetotheflightoftime.

           "Well,"burstoutBathsheba,"don’tstandtherewithyour’ayes’andyour’sures’talkingatme!Getsomebodytocurethesheepinstantly!"

           Allthenstalkedoffinconsternation,togetsomebodyasdirected,withoutanyideaofwhoitwastobe.Inaminutetheyhadvanishedthroughthegate,andshestoodalonewiththedyingflock.

           "NeverwillIsendforhimnever!"shesaidfirmly.

           Oneoftheewesherecontracteditsmuscleshorribly,extendeditself,andjumpedhighintotheair.Theleapwasanastonishingone.Theewefellheavily,andlaystill.

           Bathshebawentuptoit.Thesheepwasdead.

           "Oh,whatshallIdowhatshallIdo!"sheagainexclaimed,wringingherhands."Iwon’tsendforhim.No,Iwon’t!"

           Themostvigorousexpressionofaresolutiondoesnotalwayscoincidewiththegreatestvigouroftheresolutionitself.Itisoftenflungoutasasortofproptosupportadecayingconvictionwhich,whilststrong,requirednoenunciationtoproveitso.The"No,Iwon’t"ofBathshebameantvirtually,"IthinkImust."

           Shefollowedherassistantsthroughthegate,andliftedherhandtooneofthem.Labanansweredtohersignal.

           "WhereisOakstaying?"

           "AcrossthevalleyatNestCottage!"

           "Jumponthebaymare,andrideacross,andsayhemustreturninstantlythatIsayso.

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