I believe it is yours.

You must excuse the accident please." "Oh yes--not a bit of difference, Mr.Boldwood--not a bit," said Gabriel, readily.

He had not a correspondent on earth, nor was there a possible letter coming to him whose contents the whole parish would not have been welcome to peruse.
Oak stepped aside, and read the following in an unknown hand:-- DEAR FRIEND,--I do not know your name, but I think these few lines will reach you, which I wrote to thank you for your kindness to me the night I left Weatherbury in a reckless way.

I also return the money I owe you, which you will excuse my not keeping as a gift.

All has ended well, and I am happy to say I am going to be married to the young man who has courted me for some time--Sergeant Troy, of the 11th Dragoon Guards, now quartered in this town.