Here, without being seen, they could hear the splashing and shouts of the washers above.
"Miss Everdene!" said the farmer.
She trembled, turned, and said "Good morning." His tone was so utterly removed from all she had expected as a beginning.

It was lowness and quiet accentuated: an emphasis of deep meanings, their form, at the same time, being scarcely expressed.

Silence has sometimes a remarkable power of showing itself as the disembodied soul of feeling wandering without its carcase, and it is then more impressive than speech.

In the same way, to say a little is often to tell more than to say a great deal.

Boldwood told everything in that word.
As the consciousness expands on learning that what was fancied to be the rumble of wheels is the reverberation of thunder, so did Bathsheba's at her intuitive conviction.
"I feel--almost too much--to think," he said, with a solemn simplicity.