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XXVI. Scene on the Verge of the Hay-Mead

           Oh,thisisdreadful!"shewenton,unconsciousofthetransmutationshewaseffecting.

           "Ididnotquitemeanyoutoacceptitatfirst,foritwasmyonepoorpatentofnobility,"hebrokeout,bluntly;"but,uponmysoul,Iwishyouwouldnow.Withoutanyshamming,come!Don’tdenymethehappinessofwearingitformysake?Butyouaretoolovelyeventocaretobekindasothersare."

           "No,no;don’tsayso!IhavereasonsforreservewhichIcannotexplain."

           "Letitbe,then,letitbe,"hesaid,receivingbackthewatchatlast;"Imustbeleavingyounow.Andwillyouspeaktomeforthesefewweeksofmystay?"

           "IndeedIwill.Yet,Idon’tknowifIwill!Oh,whydidyoucomeanddisturbmeso!"

           "Perhapsinsettingagin,Ihavecaughtmyself.Suchthingshavehappened.Well,willyouletmeworkinyourfields?"hecoaxed.

           "Yes,Isupposeso;ifitisanypleasuretoyou."

           "MissEverdene,Ithankyou."

           "No,no."

           "Good-bye!"

           Thesergeantbroughthishandtothecapontheslopeofhishead,saluted,andreturnedtothedistantgroupofhaymakers.

           Bathshebacouldnotfacethehaymakersnow.Herhearterraticallyflittinghitherandthitherfromperplexedexcitement,hot,andalmosttearful,sheretreatedhomeward,murmuring,"Oh,whathaveIdone!Whatdoesitmean!IwishIknewhowmuchofitwastrue!"

           

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