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XXXIX. Coming Home—A Cry

           Yes,perhapsforto-night;Icandonothingbetterworseluck!Sleepthereto-night,andstaythereto-morrow.MondayisthefirstfreedayIhave;andonMondaymorning,attenexactly,meetmeonGrey’sBridgejustoutofthetown.I’llbringallthemoneyIcanmuster.Youshan’twantI’llseethat,Fanny;thenI’llgetyoualodgingsomewhere.Good-byetillthen.Iamabrutebutgood-bye!"

           Afteradvancingthedistancewhichcompletedtheascentofthehill,Bathshebaturnedherhead.Thewomanwasuponherfeet,andBathshebasawherwithdrawingfromTroy,andgoingfeeblydownthehillbythethirdmilestonefromCasterbridge.Troythencameontowardshiswife,steppedintothegig,tookthereinsfromherhand,andwithoutmakinganyobservationwhippedthehorseintoatrot.Hewasratheragitated.

           "Doyouknowwhothatwomanwas?"saidBathsheba,lookingsearchinglyintohisface.

           "Ido,"hesaid,lookingboldlybackintohers.

           "Ithoughtyoudid,"saidshe,withangryhauteur,andstillregardinghim."Whoisshe?"

           Hesuddenlyseemedtothinkthatfranknesswouldbenefitneitherofthewomen.

           "Nothingtoeitherofus,"hesaid."Iknowherbysight."

           "Whatishername?"

           "HowshouldIknowhername?"

           "Ithinkyoudo."

           "Thinkifyouwill,andbe"ThesentencewascompletedbyasmartcutofthewhiproundPoppet’sflank,whichcausedtheanimaltostartforwardatawildpace.Nomorewassaid.

           

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