If so be 'tis like that, I can't look her in the face.
Lord, no: not I--heh-heh-heh! Such a shy man as I be!" "Yes--she's very vain.

'Tis said that every night at going to bed she looks in the glass to put on her night-cap properly." "And not a married woman.

Oh, the world!" "And 'a can play the peanner, so 'tis said.

Can play so clever that 'a can make a psalm tune sound as well as the merriest loose song a man can wish for." "D'ye tell o't! A happy time for us, and I feel quite a new man! And how do she pay ?" "That I don't know, Master Poorgrass." On hearing these and other similar remarks, a wild thought flashed into Gabriel's mind that they might be speaking of Bathsheba.

There were, however, no grounds for retaining such a supposition, for the waggon, though going in the direction of Weatherbury, might be going beyond it, and the woman alluded to seemed to be the mistress of some estate.