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VI. The Fair—The Journey—The Fire

           

           "Doyouthinkthebarnissafe?"shesaid.

           "D’yethinkthebarnissafe,JanCoggan?"saidthesecondwoman,passingonthequestiontothenearestmaninthatdirection.

           "Safe-nowleastwiseIthinkso.Ifthisrickhadgonethebarnwouldhavefollowed.’Tisthatboldshepherduptherethathavedonethemostgoodhesittingonthetopo’rick,whizzinghisgreatlong-armsaboutlikeawindmill."

           "Hedoesworkhard,"saidtheyoungwomanonhorseback,lookingupatGabrielthroughherthickwoollenveil."Iwishhewasshepherdhere.Don’tanyofyouknowhisname."

           "Neverheardtheman’snameinmylife,orseedhisformafore."

           Thefirebegantogetworsted,andGabriel’selevatedpositionbeingnolongerrequiredofhim,hemadeasiftodescend.

           "Maryann,"saidthegirlonhorseback,"gotohimashecomesdown,andsaythatthefarmerwishestothankhimforthegreatservicehehasdone."

           MaryannstalkedofftowardstherickandmetOakatthefootoftheladder.Shedeliveredhermessage.

           "Whereisyourmasterthefarmer?"askedGabriel,kindlingwiththeideaofgettingemploymentthatseemedtostrikehimnow.

           "’Tisn’tamaster;’tisamistress,shepherd."

           "Awomanfarmer?"

           "Ay,’ab’lieve,andarichonetoo!"saidabystander."Lately’acameherefromadistance.Tookonheruncle’sfarm,whodiedsuddenly.Usedtomeasurehismoneyinhalf-pintcups.Theysaynowthatshe’vebusinessineverybankinCasterbridge,andthinksnomoreofplayingpitch-and-tosssovereignthanyouandIdopitch-halfpennynotabitintheworld,shepherd

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