was no
less a
scourge
than a
surprise.
He came on
looking
upon the
ground,
and did
not see
Bathsheba
till they
were less
than a
stone’s
throw
apart. He
looked up
at the
sound of
her
pit-pat,
and his
changed
appearance
sufficiently
denoted to
her the
depth and
strength
of the
feelings
paralyzed
by her
letter.
“Oh; is it
you, Mr.
Boldwood?”
she
faltered,
a guilty
warmth
pulsing in
her
face.Those
who have
the power
of
reproaching
