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XXXII. Night—Horses Tramping

           

           "Keepthegateclose!"shoutedGabriel."Hehasstolenthehorse!"

           "Who?"saidtheturnpike-man.

           Gabriellookedatthedriverofthegig,andsawawomanBathsheba,hismistress.

           Onhearinghisvoiceshehadturnedherfaceawayfromthelight.Cogganhad,however,caughtsightofherinthemeanwhile.

           "Why,’tismistressI’lltakemyoath!"hesaid,amazed.

           Bathshebaitcertainlywas,andshehadbythistimedonethetrickshecoulddosowellincrisesnotoflove,namely,maskasurprisebycoolnessofmanner.

           "Well,Gabriel,"sheinquiredquietly,"whereareyougoing?"

           "Wethought"beganGabriel.

           "IamdrivingtoBath,"shesaid,takingforherownusetheassurancethatGabriellacked."AnimportantmattermadeitnecessaryformetogiveupmyvisittoLiddy,andgooffatonce.What,then,wereyoufollowingme?"

           "Wethoughtthehorsewasstole."

           "Wellwhatathing!HowveryfoolishofyounottoknowthatIhadtakenthetrapandhorse.IcouldneitherwakeMaryannnorgetintothehouse,thoughIhammeredfortenminutesagainstherwindow-sill.Fortunately,Icouldgetthekeyofthecoach-house,soItroublednoonefurther.Didn’tyouthinkitmightbeme?"

           "Whyshouldwe,miss?"

           "Perhapsnot.Why,thoseareneverFarmerBoldwood’shorses!Goodnessmercy!whathaveyoubeendoingbringingtroubleuponmeinthisway?What!mustn’taladymoveaninchfromherdoorwithoutbeingdoggedlikeathief?"

           "Buthowwaswetoknow,ifyouleftnoaccountofyourdoings?"expostulatedCoggan,"andladiesdon’tdriveatthesehours,miss,asajineralruleofsociety.

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