[Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy]@TWC D-Link bookFar from the Madding Crowd CHAPTER VII 3/7
Good-night to ye, shepherd." The bailiff who showed this nervous dread of loving his neighbour as himself, went up the hill, and Oak walked on to the village, still astonished at the reencounter with Bathsheba, glad of his nearness to her, and perplexed at the rapidity with which the unpractised girl of Norcombe had developed into the supervising and cool woman here.
But some women only require an emergency to make them fit for one. Obliged, to some extent, to forgo dreaming in order to find the way, he reached the churchyard, and passed round it under the wall where several ancient trees grew.
There was a wide margin of grass along here, and Gabriel's footsteps were deadened by its softness, even at this indurating period of the year.
When abreast of a trunk which appeared to be the oldest of the old, he became aware that a figure was standing behind it.
Gabriel did not pause in his walk, and in another moment he accidentally kicked a loose stone.
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