[Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy]@TWC D-Link bookFar from the Madding Crowd CHAPTER IV 7/14
"I'm only an every-day sort of man, and my only chance was in being the first comer ...
Well, there's no use in my waiting, for that was all I came about: so I'll take myself off home-along, Mrs.Hurst." When Gabriel had gone about two hundred yards along the down, he heard a "hoi-hoi!" uttered behind him, in a piping note of more treble quality than that in which the exclamation usually embodies itself when shouted across a field.
He looked round, and saw a girl racing after him, waving a white handkerchief. Oak stood still--and the runner drew nearer.
It was Bathsheba Everdene.
Gabriel's colour deepened: hers was already deep, not, as it appeared, from emotion, but from running. "Farmer Oak--I--" she said, pausing for want of breath pulling up in front of him with a slanted face and putting her hand to her side. "I have just called to see you," said Gabriel, pending her further speech. "Yes--I know that," she said panting like a robin, her face red and moist from her exertions, like a peony petal before the sun dries off the dew.
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