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XXXIV. Home Again—A Trickster

           BadasIam,Iamnotsuchavillainastomakethemarriageormiseryofanywomanamatterofhucksterandsale.Fannyhaslongagoleftme.Idon’tknowwheresheis.Ihavesearchedeverywhere.Anotherwordyet.YousayyouloveBathsheba;yetonthemerestapparentevidenceyouinstantlybelieveinherdishonour.Afigforsuchlove!NowthatI’vetaughtyoualesson,takeyourmoneybackagain."

           "Iwillnot;Iwillnot!"saidBoldwood,inahiss.

           "AnyhowIwon’thaveit,"saidTroy,contemptuously.Hewrappedthepacketofgoldinthenotes,andthrewthewholeintotheroad.

           Boldwoodshookhisclenchedfistathim."YoujugglerofSatan!Youblackhound!ButI’llpunishyouyet;markme,I’llpunishyouyet!"

           Anotherpealoflaughter.Troythenclosedthedoor,andlockedhimselfin.

           ThroughoutthewholeofthatnightBoldwood’sdarkformmighthavebeenseenwalkingaboutthehillsanddownsofWeatherburylikeanunhappyShadeintheMournfulFieldsbyAcheron.

           

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