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"
My
opinion
is
(
since
you
ask
it
)
that
you
are
greatly
to
blame
for
playing
pranks
upon
a
man
like
Mr
.
Boldwood
,
merely
as
a
pastime
.
Leading
on
a
man
you
don
’
t
care
for
is
not
a
praiseworthy
action
.
And
even
,
Miss
Everdene
,
if
you
seriously
inclined
towards
him
,
you
might
have
let
him
find
it
out
in
some
way
of
true
loving
-
kindness
,
and
not
by
sending
him
a
valentine
’
s
letter
.
"
Bathsheba
laid
down
the
shears
.
"
I
cannot
allow
any
man
to
—
to
criticise
my
private
conduct
!
"
she
exclaimed
.
"
Nor
will
I
for
a
minute
.
So
you
’
ll
please
leave
the
farm
at
the
end
of
the
week
!
"
It
may
have
been
a
peculiarity
—
at
any
rate
it
was
a
fact
—
that
when
Bathsheba
was
swayed
by
an
emotion
of
an
earthly
sort
her
lower
lip
trembled
:
when
by
a
refined
emotion
,
her
upper
or
heavenward
one
.
Her
nether
lip
quivered
now
.
"
Very
well
,
so
I
will
,
"
said
Gabriel
calmly
He
had
been
held
to
her
by
a
beautiful
thread
which
it
pained
him
to
spoil
by
breaking
,
rather
than
by
a
chain
he
could
not
break
.
"
I
should
be
even
better
pleased
to
go
at
once
,
"
he
added
.
"
Go
at
once
then
,
in
Heaven
’
s
name
!
"
said
she
,
her
eyes
flashing
at
his
,
though
never
meeting
them
.
"
Don
’
t
let
me
see
your
face
any
more
.
"
"
Very
well
,
Miss
Everdene
—
so
it
shall
be
.
"
And
he
took
his
shears
and
went
away
from
her
in
placid
dignity
,
as
Moses
left
the
presence
of
Pharaoh
.
Gabriel
Oak
had
ceased
to
feed
the
Weatherbury
flock
for
about
four
-
and
-
twenty
hours
,
when
on
Sunday
afternoon
the
elderly
gentlemen
Joseph
Poorgrass
,
Matthew
Moon
,
Fray
,
and
half
-
a
-
dozen
others
,
came
running
up
to
the
house
of
the
mistress
of
the
Upper
Farm
.
