you think
I have to
say, then?
I am not
to marry
you, and
that’s
enough.
Your
letter was
excellently
plain. I
want you
to hear
nothing –
not I.”
Bathsheba
was unable
to direct
her will
into any
definite
groove for
freeing
herself
from this
fearfully
awkward
position.
She
confusedly
said,
“Good
evening”,
and was
moving on.
Boldwood
walked up
to her
heavily
and dully.
“Bathsheba
– darling
– is it
final
indeed?”
“Indeed it
is.” “Oh,
Bathsheba
– have
