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Far from the Madding Crowd
Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy, prepared as a public-domain Orakel edition with 57 chapter-aware companion links.
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CHAPTER I: Description of Farmer Oak—An Incident
CHAPTER I: Description of Farmer Oak—An Incident from Far from the Madding Crowd. When Farmer Oak smiled, the corners of his mouth spread till they were within an unimportant distance of his ears, his eyes were reduced to chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary sketch of the rising
Open2CHAPTER II: NIGHT—THE FLOCK—AN INTERIOR—ANOTHER INTERIOR
CHAPTER II: NIGHT—THE FLOCK—AN INTERIOR—ANOTHER INTERIOR from Far from the Madding Crowd. It was nearly midnight on the eve of St. Thomas’s, the shortest day in the year. A desolating wind wandered from the north over the hill whereon Oak had watched the yellow waggon and its occupant in the sunshine of a few days
Open3CHAPTER III: A GIRL ON HORSEBACK—CONVERSATION
CHAPTER III: A GIRL ON HORSEBACK—CONVERSATION from Far from the Madding Crowd. The sluggish day began to break. Even its position terrestrially is one of the elements of a new interest, and for no particular reason save that the incident of the night had occurred there Oak went again into the plantation. Lingering and musing here, he heard the steps of a horse at the foot of the hill, and soon there appeared in view an auburn pony with a girl on its back, ascending by the path leading past the
Open4CHAPTER IV: GABRIEL’S RESOLVE—THE VISIT—THE MISTAKE
CHAPTER IV: GABRIEL’S RESOLVE—THE VISIT—THE MISTAKE from Far from the Madding Crowd. The only superiority in women that is tolerable to the rival sex is, as a rule, that of the unconscious kind; but a superiority which recognizes itself may sometimes please by suggesting possibilities of capture to the subordinated
Open5CHAPTER V: DEPARTURE OF BATHSHEBA—A PASTORAL TRAGEDY
CHAPTER V: DEPARTURE OF BATHSHEBA—A PASTORAL TRAGEDY from Far from the Madding Crowd. The news which one day reached Gabriel, that Bathsheba Everdene had left the neighbourhood, had an influence upon him which might have surprised any who never suspected that the more emphatic the renunciation the less absolute its
Open6CHAPTER VI: THE FAIR—THE JOURNEY—THE FIRE
CHAPTER VI: THE FAIR—THE JOURNEY—THE FIRE from Far from the Madding Crowd. Two months passed away. We are brought on to a day in February, on which was held the yearly statute or hiring fair in the county-town of
Open7CHAPTER VII: RECOGNITION—A TIMID GIRL
CHAPTER VII: RECOGNITION—A TIMID GIRL from Far from the Madding Crowd. Bathsheba withdrew into the shade. She scarcely knew whether most to be amused at the singularity of the meeting, or to be concerned at its awkwardness. There was room for a little pity, also for a very little exultation: the former at his position, the latter at her own. Embarrassed she was not, and she remembered Gabriel’s declaration of love to her at Norcombe only to think she had nearly forgotten
Open8CHAPTER VIII: THE MALTHOUSE—THE CHAT—NEWS
CHAPTER VIII: THE MALTHOUSE—THE CHAT—NEWS from Far from the Madding Crowd. Warren’s Malthouse was enclosed by an old wall inwrapped with ivy, and though not much of the exterior was visible at this hour, the character and purposes of the building were clearly enough shown by its outline upon the sky. From the walls an overhanging thatched roof sloped up to a point in the centre, upon which rose a small wooden lantern, fitted with louvre-boards on all the four sides, and from these openings
Open9CHAPTER IX: THE HOMESTEAD—A VISITOR—HALF-CONFIDENCES
CHAPTER IX: THE HOMESTEAD—A VISITOR—HALF-CONFIDENCES from Far from the Madding Crowd. By daylight, the bower of Oak’s new-found mistress, Bathsheba Everdene, presented itself as a hoary building, of the early stage of Classic Renaissance as regards its architecture, and of a proportion which told at a glance that, as is so frequently the case, it had once been the memorial hall upon a small estate around it, now altogether effaced as a distinct property, and merged in the vast tract of a non-resident
Open10CHAPTER X: MISTRESS AND MEN
CHAPTER X: MISTRESS AND MEN from Far from the Madding Crowd. Half-an-hour later Bathsheba, in finished dress, and followed by Liddy, entered the upper end of the old hall to find that her men had all deposited themselves on a long form and a settle at the lower extremity. She sat down at a table and opened the time-book, pen in her hand, with a canvas money-bag beside her. From this she poured a small heap of coin. Liddy chose a position at her elbow and began to sew,
Open11CHAPTER XI: OUTSIDE THE BARRACKS—SNOW—A MEETING
CHAPTER XI: OUTSIDE THE BARRACKS—SNOW—A MEETING from Far from the Madding Crowd. For dreariness nothing could surpass a prospect in the outskirts of a certain town and military station, many miles north of Weatherbury, at a later hour on this same snowy evening—if that may be called a prospect of which the chief constituent was
Open12CHAPTER XII: FARMERS—A RULE—AN EXCEPTION
CHAPTER XII: FARMERS—A RULE—AN EXCEPTION from Far from the Madding Crowd. The first public evidence of Bathsheba’s decision to be a farmer in her own person and by proxy no more was her appearance the following market-day in the cornmarket at
Open13CHAPTER XIII: SORTES SANCTORUM—THE VALENTINE
CHAPTER XIII: SORTES SANCTORUM—THE VALENTINE from Far from the Madding Crowd. It was Sunday afternoon in the farmhouse, on the thirteenth of February. Dinner being over, Bathsheba, for want of a better companion, had asked Liddy to come and sit with her. The mouldy pile was dreary in winter-time before the candles were lighted and the shutters closed; the atmosphere of the place seemed as old as the walls; every nook behind the furniture had a temperature of its own, for the fire was not
Open14CHAPTER XIV: EFFECT OF THE LETTER—SUNRISE
CHAPTER XIV: EFFECT OF THE LETTER—SUNRISE from Far from the Madding Crowd. At dusk, on the evening of St. Valentine’s Day, Boldwood sat down to supper as usual, by a beaming fire of aged logs. Upon the mantel-shelf before him was a time-piece, surmounted by a spread eagle, and upon the eagle’s wings was the letter Bathsheba had sent. Here the bachelor’s gaze was continually fastening itself, till the large red seal became as a blot of blood on the retina of his eye; and as he ate and drank
Open15CHAPTER XV: A MORNING MEETING—THE LETTER AGAIN
CHAPTER XV: A MORNING MEETING—THE LETTER AGAIN from Far from the Madding Crowd. The scarlet and orange light outside the malthouse did not penetrate to its interior, which was, as usual, lighted by a rival glow of similar hue, radiating from the
Open16CHAPTER XVI: ALL SAINTS’ AND ALL SOULS’
CHAPTER XVI: ALL SAINTS’ AND ALL SOULS’ from Far from the Madding Crowd. On a week-day morning a small congregation, consisting mainly of women and girls, rose from its knees in the mouldy nave of a church called All Saints’, in the distant barrack-town before-mentioned, at the end of a service without a sermon. They were about to disperse, when a smart footstep, entering the porch and coming up the central passage, arrested their attention. The step echoed with a ring unusual in a
Open17CHAPTER XVII: IN THE MARKET-PLACE
CHAPTER XVII: IN THE MARKET-PLACE from Far from the Madding Crowd. On Saturday Boldwood was in Casterbridge market house as usual, when the disturber of his dreams entered and became visible to him. Adam had awakened from his deep sleep, and behold! there was Eve. The farmer took courage, and for the first time really looked at
Open18CHAPTER XVIII: Boldwood in Meditation—Regret
CHAPTER XVIII: Boldwood in Meditation—Regret from Far from the Madding Crowd. Boldwood was tenant of what was called Little Weatherbury Farm, and his person was the nearest approach to aristocracy that this remoter quarter of the parish could boast of. Genteel strangers, whose god was their town, who might happen to be compelled to linger about this nook for a day, heard the sound of light wheels, and prayed to see good society, to the degree of a solitary lord, or squire at the very least,
Open19CHAPTER XIX: THE SHEEP-WASHING—THE OFFER
CHAPTER XIX: THE SHEEP-WASHING—THE OFFER from Far from the Madding Crowd. Boldwood did eventually call upon her. She was not at home. “Of course not,” he murmured. In contemplating Bathsheba as a woman, he had forgotten the accidents of her position as an agriculturist—that being as much of a farmer, and as extensive a farmer, as himself, her probable whereabouts was out-of-doors at this time of the year. This, and the other oversights Boldwood was guilty of, were natural to the mood, and
Open20CHAPTER XX: PERPLEXITY—GRINDING THE SHEARS—A QUARREL
CHAPTER XX: PERPLEXITY—GRINDING THE SHEARS—A QUARREL from Far from the Madding Crowd. “He is so disinterested and kind to offer me all that I can desire,” Bathsheba
Open21CHAPTER XXI: TROUBLES IN THE FOLD—A MESSAGE
CHAPTER XXI: TROUBLES IN THE FOLD—A MESSAGE from Far from the Madding Crowd. 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
Open22CHAPTER XXII: THE GREAT BARN AND THE SHEEP-SHEARERS
CHAPTER XXII: THE GREAT BARN AND THE SHEEP-SHEARERS from Far from the Madding Crowd. Men thin away to insignificance and oblivion quite as often by not making the most of good spirits when they have them as by lacking good spirits when they are indispensable. Gabriel lately, for the first time since his prostration by misfortune, had been independent in thought and vigorous in action to a marked extent—conditions which, powerless without an opportunity as an opportunity without them is barren, would
Open23CHAPTER XXIII: EVENTIDE—A SECOND DECLARATION
CHAPTER XXIII: EVENTIDE—A SECOND DECLARATION from Far from the Madding Crowd. For the shearing-supper a long table was placed on the grass-plot beside the house, the end of the table being thrust over the sill of the wide parlour window and a foot or two into the room. Miss Everdene sat inside the window, facing down the table. She was thus at the head without mingling with the
Open24CHAPTER XXIV: THE SAME NIGHT—THE FIR PLANTATION
CHAPTER XXIV: THE SAME NIGHT—THE FIR PLANTATION from Far from the Madding Crowd. Among the multifarious duties which Bathsheba had voluntarily imposed upon herself by dispensing with the services of a bailiff, was the particular one of looking round the homestead before going to bed, to see that all was right and safe for the night. Gabriel had almost constantly preceded her in this tour every evening, watching her affairs as carefully as any specially appointed officer of surveillance could
Open25CHAPTER XXV: THE NEW ACQUAINTANCE DESCRIBED
CHAPTER XXV: THE NEW ACQUAINTANCE DESCRIBED from Far from the Madding Crowd. Idiosyncrasy and vicissitude had combined to stamp Sergeant Troy as an exceptional
Open26CHAPTER XXVI: SCENE ON THE VERGE OF THE HAY-MEAD
CHAPTER XXVI: SCENE ON THE VERGE OF THE HAY-MEAD from Far from the Madding Crowd. “Ah, Miss Everdene!” said the sergeant, touching his diminutive cap. “Little did I think it was you I was speaking to the other night. And yet, if I had reflected, the ‘Queen of the Corn-market’ (truth is truth at any hour of the day or night, and I heard you so named in Casterbridge yesterday), the ‘Queen of the Corn-market.’ I say, could be no other woman. I step across now to beg your forgiveness a thousand times
Open27CHAPTER XXVII: HIVING THE BEES
CHAPTER XXVII: HIVING THE BEES from Far from the Madding Crowd. The Weatherbury bees were late in their swarming this year. It was in the latter part of June, and the day after the interview with Troy in the hayfield, that Bathsheba was standing in her garden, watching a swarm in the air and guessing their probable settling place. Not only were they late this year, but unruly. Sometimes throughout a whole season all the swarms would alight on the lowest attainable bough—such as
Open28CHAPTER XXVIII: THE HOLLOW AMID THE FERNS
CHAPTER XXVIII: THE HOLLOW AMID THE FERNS from Far from the Madding Crowd. The hill opposite Bathsheba’s dwelling extended, a mile off, into an uncultivated tract of land, dotted at this season with tall thickets of brake fern, plump and diaphanous from recent rapid growth, and radiant in hues of clear and untainted
Open29CHAPTER XXIX: PARTICULARS OF A TWILIGHT WALK
CHAPTER XXIX: PARTICULARS OF A TWILIGHT WALK from Far from the Madding Crowd. We now see the element of folly distinctly mingling with the many varying particulars which made up the character of Bathsheba Everdene. It was almost foreign to her intrinsic nature. Introduced as lymph on the dart of Eros, it eventually permeated and coloured her whole constitution. Bathsheba, though she had too much understanding to be entirely governed by her womanliness, had too much womanliness to use her
Open30CHAPTER XXX: HOT CHEEKS AND TEARFUL EYES
CHAPTER XXX: HOT CHEEKS AND TEARFUL EYES from Far from the Madding Crowd. Half an hour later Bathsheba entered her own house. There burnt upon her face when she met the light of the candles the flush and excitement which were little less than chronic with her now. The farewell words of Troy, who had accompanied her to the very door, still lingered in her ears. He had bidden her adieu for two days, which were, so he stated, to be spent at Bath in visiting some friends. He had also kissed
Open31CHAPTER XXXI: BLAME—FURY
CHAPTER XXXI: BLAME—FURY from Far from the Madding Crowd. The next evening Bathsheba, with the idea of getting out of the way of Mr. Boldwood in the event of his returning to answer her note in person, proceeded to fulfil an engagement made with Liddy some few hours earlier. Bathsheba’s companion, as a gauge of their reconciliation, had been granted a week’s holiday to visit her sister, who was married to a thriving hurdler and cattle-crib-maker living in a delightful
Open32CHAPTER XXXII: NIGHT—HORSES TRAMPING
CHAPTER XXXII: NIGHT—HORSES TRAMPING from Far from the Madding Crowd. The village of Weatherbury was quiet as the graveyard in its midst, and the living were lying well-nigh as still as the dead. The church clock struck eleven. The air was so empty of other sounds that the whirr of the clock-work immediately before the strokes was distinct, and so was also the click of the same at their close. The notes flew forth with the usual blind obtuseness of inanimate things—flapping and
Open33CHAPTER XXXIII: IN THE SUN—A HARBINGER
CHAPTER XXXIII: IN THE SUN—A HARBINGER from Far from the Madding Crowd. A week passed, and there were no tidings of Bathsheba; nor was there any explanation of her Gilpin’s
Open34CHAPTER XXXIV: HOME AGAIN—A TRICKSTER
CHAPTER XXXIV: HOME AGAIN—A TRICKSTER from Far from the Madding Crowd. That same evening at dusk Gabriel was leaning over Coggan’s garden-gate, taking an up-and-down survey before retiring to
Open35CHAPTER XXXV: AT AN UPPER WINDOW
CHAPTER XXXV: AT AN UPPER WINDOW from Far from the Madding Crowd. It was very early the next morning—a time of sun and dew. The confused beginnings of many birds’ songs spread into the healthy air, and the wan blue of the heaven was here and there coated with thin webs of incorporeal cloud which were of no effect in obscuring day. All the lights in the scene were yellow as to colour, and all the shadows were attenuated as to form. The creeping plants about the old manor-house were
Open36CHAPTER XXXVI: WEALTH IN JEOPARDY—THE REVEL
CHAPTER XXXVI: WEALTH IN JEOPARDY—THE REVEL from Far from the Madding Crowd. One night, at the end of August, when Bathsheba’s experiences as a married woman were still new, and when the weather was yet dry and sultry, a man stood motionless in the stockyard of Weatherbury Upper Farm, looking at the moon and
Open37CHAPTER XXXVII: THE STORM—THE TWO TOGETHER
CHAPTER XXXVII: THE STORM—THE TWO TOGETHER from Far from the Madding Crowd. A light flapped over the scene, as if reflected from phosphorescent wings crossing the sky, and a rumble filled the air. It was the first move of the approaching
Open38CHAPTER XXXVIII: RAIN—ONE SOLITARY MEETS ANOTHER
CHAPTER XXXVIII: RAIN—ONE SOLITARY MEETS ANOTHER from Far from the Madding Crowd. It was now five o’clock, and the dawn was promising to break in hues of drab and
Open39CHAPTER XXXIX: COMING HOME—A CRY
CHAPTER XXXIX: COMING HOME—A CRY from Far from the Madding Crowd. On the turnpike road, between Casterbridge and Weatherbury, and about three miles from the former place, is Yalbury Hill, one of those steep long ascents which pervade the highways of this undulating part of South Wessex. In returning from market it is usual for the farmers and other gig-gentry to alight at the bottom and walk
Open40CHAPTER XL: ON CASTERBRIDGE HIGHWAY
CHAPTER XL: ON CASTERBRIDGE HIGHWAY from Far from the Madding Crowd. For a considerable time the woman walked on. Her steps became feebler, and she strained her eyes to look afar upon the naked road, now indistinct amid the penumbræ of night. At length her onward walk dwindled to the merest totter, and she opened a gate within which was a haystack. Underneath this she sat down and presently
Open41CHAPTER XLI: SUSPICION—FANNY IS SENT FOR
CHAPTER XLI: SUSPICION—FANNY IS SENT FOR from Far from the Madding Crowd. Bathsheba said very little to her husband all that evening of their return from market, and he was not disposed to say much to her. He exhibited the unpleasant combination of a restless condition with a silent tongue. The next day, which was Sunday, passed nearly in the same manner as regarded their taciturnity, Bathsheba going to church both morning and afternoon. This was the day before the Budmouth races. In the
Open42CHAPTER XLII: JOSEPH AND HIS BURDEN—BUCK’S HEAD
CHAPTER XLII: JOSEPH AND HIS BURDEN—BUCK’S HEAD from Far from the Madding Crowd. A wall bounded the site of Casterbridge Union-house, except along a portion of the end. Here a high gable stood prominent, and it was covered like the front with a mat of ivy. In this gable was no window, chimney, ornament, or protuberance of any kind. The single feature appertaining to it, beyond the expanse of dark green leaves, was a small
Open43CHAPTER XLIII: FANNY’S REVENGE
CHAPTER XLIII: FANNY’S REVENGE from Far from the Madding Crowd. “Do you want me any longer ma’am?” inquired Liddy, at a later hour the same evening, standing by the door with a chamber candlestick in her hand and addressing Bathsheba, who sat cheerless and alone in the large parlour beside the first fire of the
Open44CHAPTER XLIV: UNDER A TREE—REACTION
CHAPTER XLIV: UNDER A TREE—REACTION from Far from the Madding Crowd. Bathsheba went along the dark road, neither knowing nor caring about the direction or issue of her flight. The first time that she definitely noticed her position was when she reached a gate leading into a thicket overhung by some large oak and beech trees. On looking into the place, it occurred to her that she had seen it by daylight on some previous occasion, and that what appeared like an impassable thicket was
Open45CHAPTER XLV: TROY’S ROMANTICISM
CHAPTER XLV: TROY’S ROMANTICISM from Far from the Madding Crowd. When Troy’s wife had left the house at the previous midnight his first act was to cover the dead from sight. This done he ascended the stairs, and throwing himself down upon the bed dressed as he was, he waited miserably for the
Open46CHAPTER XLVI: THE GURGOYLE: ITS DOINGS
CHAPTER XLVI: THE GURGOYLE: ITS DOINGS from Far from the Madding Crowd. The tower of Weatherbury Church was a square erection of fourteenth-century date, having two stone gurgoyles on each of the four faces of its parapet. Of these eight carved protuberances only two at this time continued to serve the purpose of their erection—that of spouting the water from the lead roof within. One mouth in each front had been closed by bygone church-wardens as superfluous, and two others were broken
Open47CHAPTER XLVII: ADVENTURES BY THE SHORE
CHAPTER XLVII: ADVENTURES BY THE SHORE from Far from the Madding Crowd. Troy wandered along towards the south. A composite feeling, made up of disgust with the, to him, humdrum tediousness of a farmer’s life, gloomy images of her who lay in the churchyard, remorse, and a general averseness to his wife’s society, impelled him to seek a home in any place on earth save Weatherbury. The sad accessories of Fanny’s end confronted him as vivid pictures which threatened to be indelible, and
Open48CHAPTER XLVIII: DOUBTS ARISE—DOUBTS LINGER
CHAPTER XLVIII: DOUBTS ARISE—DOUBTS LINGER from Far from the Madding Crowd. Bathsheba underwent the enlargement of her husband’s absence from hours to days with a slight feeling of surprise, and a slight feeling of relief; yet neither sensation rose at any time far above the level commonly designated as indifference. She belonged to him: the certainties of that position were so well defined, and the reasonable probabilities of its issue so bounded that she could not speculate on
Open49CHAPTER XLIX: OAK’S ADVANCEMENT—A GREAT HOPE
CHAPTER XLIX: OAK’S ADVANCEMENT—A GREAT HOPE from Far from the Madding Crowd. The later autumn and the winter drew on apace, and the leaves lay thick upon the turf of the glades and the mosses of the woods. Bathsheba, having previously been living in a state of suspended feeling which was not suspense, now lived in a mood of quietude which was not precisely peacefulness. While she had known him to be alive she could have thought of his death with equanimity; but now that it might be she had
Open50CHAPTER L: THE SHEEP FAIR—TROY TOUCHES HIS WIFE’S HAND
CHAPTER L: THE SHEEP FAIR—TROY TOUCHES HIS WIFE’S HAND from Far from the Madding Crowd. Greenhill was the Nijni Novgorod of South Wessex; and the busiest, merriest, noisiest day of the whole statute number was the day of the sheep fair. This yearly gathering was upon the summit of a hill which retained in good preservation the remains of an ancient earthwork, consisting of a huge rampart and entrenchment of an oval form encircling the top of the hill, though somewhat broken down here and there. To each
Open51CHAPTER LI: BATHSHEBA TALKS WITH HER OUTRIDER
CHAPTER LI: BATHSHEBA TALKS WITH HER OUTRIDER from Far from the Madding Crowd. The arrangement for getting back again to Weatherbury had been that Oak should take the place of Poorgrass in Bathsheba’s conveyance and drive her home, it being discovered late in the afternoon that Joseph was suffering from his old complaint, a multiplying eye, and was, therefore, hardly trustworthy as coachman and protector to a woman. But Oak had found himself so occupied, and was full of so many cares relative
Open52CHAPTER LII: CONVERGING COURSES
CHAPTER LII: CONVERGING COURSES from Far from the Madding Crowd. Christmas-eve came, and a party that Boldwood was to give in the evening was the great subject of talk in Weatherbury. It was not that the rarity of Christmas parties in the parish made this one a wonder, but that Boldwood should be the giver. The announcement had had an abnormal and incongruous sound, as if one should hear of croquet-playing in a cathedral aisle, or that some much-respected judge was going upon the
Open53CHAPTER LIII: CONCURRITUR—HORÆ MOMENTO
CHAPTER LIII: CONCURRITUR—HORÆ MOMENTO from Far from the Madding Crowd. Outside the front of Boldwood’s house a group of men stood in the dark, with their faces towards the door, which occasionally opened and closed for the passage of some guest or servant, when a golden rod of light would stripe the ground for the moment and vanish again, leaving nothing outside but the glowworm shine of the pale lamp amid the evergreens over the
Open54CHAPTER LIV: AFTER THE SHOCK
CHAPTER LIV: AFTER THE SHOCK from Far from the Madding Crowd. Boldwood passed into the high road and turned in the direction of Casterbridge. Here he walked at an even, steady pace over Yalbury Hill, along the dead level beyond, mounted Mellstock Hill, and between eleven and twelve o’clock crossed the Moor into the town. The streets were nearly deserted now, and the waving lamp-flames only lighted up rows of grey shop-shutters, and strips of white paving upon which his step
Open55CHAPTER LV: THE MARCH FOLLOWING—“BATHSHEBA BOLDWOOD”
CHAPTER LV: THE MARCH FOLLOWING—“BATHSHEBA BOLDWOOD” from Far from the Madding Crowd. We pass rapidly on into the month of March, to a breezy day without sunshine, frost, or dew. On Yalbury Hill, about midway between Weatherbury and Casterbridge, where the turnpike road passes over the crest, a numerous concourse of people had gathered, the eyes of the greater number being frequently stretched afar in a northerly direction. The groups consisted of a throng of idlers, a party of javelin-men, and two
Open56CHAPTER LVI: BEAUTY IN LONELINESS—AFTER ALL
CHAPTER LVI: BEAUTY IN LONELINESS—AFTER ALL from Far from the Madding Crowd. Bathsheba revived with the spring. The utter prostration that had followed the low fever from which she had suffered diminished perceptibly when all uncertainty upon every subject had come to an
Open57CHAPTER LVII: A FOGGY NIGHT AND MORNING—CONCLUSION
CHAPTER LVII: A FOGGY NIGHT AND MORNING—CONCLUSION from Far from the Madding Crowd. Those had been Bathsheba’s words to Oak one evening, some time after the event of the preceding chapter, and he meditated a full hour by the clock upon how to carry out her wishes to the
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