am?"
"Yes. Some of those we stowed away in boxes." A faint gleam
of humour passed over her face as she said: "Bring Beaumont and
Fletcher's _Maid's Tragedy_, and the _Mourning Bride_, and--let
me see--_Night Thoughts_, and the _Vanity of Human Wishes_."
"And that story of the black man, who murdered his wife Desdemona?
It is a nice dismal one that would suit you excellent just now."
"Now, Liddy, you've been looking into my books without telling me;
and I said you were not to! How do you know it would suit me? It
wouldn't suit me at all."
"But if the others do--"
"No, they don't; and I won't read dismal books. Why should
I read dismal books, indeed? Bring me _Love in a Village_,
and _Maid of the Mill_, and _Doctor Syntax_, and some volumes of
the _Spectator-_."
All that day Bathsheba and Liddy lived in the attic in a state of
barricade; a precaution which proved to be needless as against Troy,
for he did not appear in the neighbourhood or trouble them at all.
Bathsheba sat at the window till sunset, sometimes attempting to
read, at other times watching every movement outside without much
purpose, and listening without much interest to every sound.
The sun went down almost blood-red that night, and a livid cloud
received its rays in the east. Up against this dark background the
west front of the church tower--the only part of the edifice visible
from the farm-house windows--rose distinct and lustrous, the vane
upon the summit bristling with rays. Hereabouts, at six o'clock, the
young men of the village gathered, as was their custom, for a game
of Prisoners' base. The spot had been consecrated to this ancient
diversion from time immemorial, the old stocks conveniently forming
a base facing the boundary of the churchyard, in front of which the
ground was trodden hard and bare as a pavement by the players. She
could see the brown and black heads of the young lads darting about
right and left, their white shirt-sleeves gleaming in the sun;
whilst occasionally a shout and a peal of hearty laughter varied the
stillness of the evening air. They continued playing for a quarter
of an hour or so, when the game concluded abruptly, and the players
leapt over the wall and vanished round to the other side behind a
yew-tree, which was also half behind a beech, now spreading in one
mass of golden foliage, on which the branches traced black lines.
"Why did the base-players finish their game so suddenly?" Baths
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