Far from the Madding Crowd

List of Illustrations

HANDS WERE LOOSENING HIS NECKERCHIEF.
“DO YOU HAPPEN TO WANT A SHEPPERD MA’AM?”
“GET THE FRONT DOOR KEY.” LIDDY FETCHED IT.
“I FEEL—ALMOST TOO MUCH—TO THINK,” HE SAID.
SHE STOOD UP IN THE WINDOW-OPENING, FACING THE MEN.
SHE TOOK UP HER POSITION AS DIRECTED.
BATSHEBA FLUNG HER HANDS TO HER FACE.
“THERE’S NOT A SOUL IN MY HOUSE BUT ME TO-NIGHT”.
SHE OPENED A GATE WITHIN WHICH WAS A HAYSTACK. UNDER THIS SHE SAT DOWN.
BENDING OVER FANNY ROBIN, HE GENTLY KISSED HER.
HE SAW A BATHER CARRIED ALONG IN THE CURRENT.
TROY NEXT ADVANCED INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM AND TOOK OFF HIS CAP.