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IX. The Homestead—A Visitor—Half-Confidences

           

           Rat-tat-tat-tatresoundedmoredecisivelyfromBathsheba’soak.

           "Maryann,yougo!"saidshe,flutteringundertheonsetofacrowdofromanticpossibilities.

           "Ohma’amsee,here’samess!"

           TheargumentwasunanswerableafteraglanceatMaryann.

           "Liddyyoumust,"saidBathsheba.

           Liddyheldupherhandsandarms,coatedwithdustfromtherubbishtheyweresorting,andlookedimploringlyathermistress.

           "ThereMrs.Cogganisgoing!"saidBathsheba,exhalingherreliefintheformofalongbreathwhichhadlaininherbosomaminuteormore.

           Thedooropened,andadeepvoicesaid

           "IsMissEverdeneathome?"

           "I’llsee,sir,"saidMrs.Coggan,andinaminuteappearedintheroom.

           "Dear,whatathirtoverplacethisworldis!"continuedMrs.Coggan(awholesome-lookingladywhohadavoiceforeachclassofremarkaccordingtotheemotioninvolved;whocouldtossapancakeortwirlamopwiththeaccuracyofpuremathematics,andwhoatthismomentshowedhandsshaggywithfragmentsofdoughandarmsencrustedwithflour)."Iamneveruptomyelbows,Miss,inmakingapuddingbutoneoftwothingsdohappeneithermynosemustneedsbegintickling,andIcan’tlivewithoutscratchingit,orsomebodyknocksatthedoor.Here’sMr.Boldwoodwantingtoseeyou,MissEverdene."

           Awoman’sdressbeingapartofhercountenance,andanydisorderintheonebeingofthesamenaturewithamalformationorwoundintheother,Bathshebasaidatonce

           "Ican’tseehiminthisstate.

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