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"
Thank
you
,
"
said
Bathsheba
.
"
But
I
must
be
going
at
once
.
It
was
great
neglect
in
that
man
to
keep
me
waiting
here
till
so
late
.
I
should
have
gone
two
hours
ago
,
if
it
had
not
been
for
him
.
I
had
no
idea
of
coming
in
here
;
but
there
’
s
nothing
so
refreshing
as
a
cup
of
tea
,
though
I
should
never
have
got
one
if
you
hadn
’
t
helped
me
.
"
Troy
scrutinized
her
cheek
as
lit
by
the
candles
,
and
watched
each
varying
shade
thereon
,
and
the
white
shell
-
like
sinuosities
of
her
little
ear
.
She
took
out
her
purse
and
was
insisting
to
Boldwood
on
paying
for
her
tea
for
herself
,
when
at
this
moment
Pennyways
entered
the
tent
.
Troy
trembled
:
here
was
his
scheme
for
respectability
endangered
at
once
.
He
was
about
to
leave
his
hole
of
espial
,
attempt
to
follow
Pennyways
,
and
find
out
if
the
ex
-
bailiff
had
recognized
him
,
when
he
was
arrested
by
the
conversation
,
and
found
he
was
too
late
.
"
Excuse
me
,
ma
’
am
,
"
said
Pennyways
;
"
I
’
ve
some
private
information
for
your
ear
alone
.
"
"
I
cannot
hear
it
now
,
"
she
said
,
coldly
.
That
Bathsheba
could
not
endure
this
man
was
evident
;
in
fact
,
he
was
continually
coming
to
her
with
some
tale
or
other
,
by
which
he
might
creep
into
favour
at
the
expense
of
persons
maligned
.
"
I
’
ll
write
it
down
,
"
said
Pennyways
,
confidently
.
He
stooped
over
the
table
,
pulled
a
leaf
from
a
warped
pocket
-
book
,
and
wrote
upon
the
paper
,
in
a
round
hand
—
"
Your
husband
is
here
.
I
’
ve
seen
him
.
Who
’
s
the
fool
now
?
"
This
he
folded
small
,
and
handed
towards
her
.
Bathsheba
would
not
read
it
;
she
would
not
even
put
out
her
hand
to
take
it
.
Pennyways
,
then
,
with
a
laugh
of
derision
,
tossed
it
into
her
lap
,
and
,
turning
away
,
left
her
.
From
the
words
and
action
of
Pennyways
,
Troy
,
though
he
had
not
been
able
to
see
what
the
ex
-
bailiff
wrote
,
had
not
a
moment
’
s
doubt
that
the
note
referred
to
him
.
Nothing
that
he
could
think
of
could
be
done
to
check
the
exposure
.
"
Curse
my
luck
!
"
he
whispered
,
and
added
imprecations
which
rustled
in
the
gloom
like
a
pestilent
wind
.
Meanwhile
Boldwood
said
,
taking
up
the
note
from
her
lap
—
"
Don
’
t
you
wish
to
read
it
,
Mrs
.
Troy
?
If
not
,
I
’
ll
destroy
it
.
"
