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Portrait of Thomas Hardy Thomas Hardy,  Far from the Madding Crowd — Chapter XXXI (1874)

“ Dazzled by brass and scarlet -- Oh, Bathsheba -- this is woman's folly indeed!"
She fired up at once. "You are taking too much upon yourself!" she said, vehemently. "Everybody is upon me -- everybody. It is unmanly to attack a woman so! I have nobody in the world to fight my battles for me; but no mercy is shown. Yet if a thousand of you sneer and say things against me, I WILL NOT be put down!"
"You'll chatter with him doubtless about me. Say to him, "Boldwood would have died for me." Yes, and you have given way to him, knowing him to be not the man for you.
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Portrait of Thomas Hardy Thomas Hardy,  Far from the Madding Crowd — Chapter XXXI (1874)

“ Boldwood burst out. "God's sake, yes -- I am come to that low, lowest stage -- to ask a woman for pity! Still, she is you -- she is you."
Bathsheba commanded herself well. But she could hardly get a clear voice for what came instinctively to her lips: "There is little honour to the woman in that speech." It was only whispered, for something unutterably mournful no less than distressing in this spectacle of a man showing himself to be so entirely the vane of a passion enervated the feminine instinct for punctilios.
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Portrait of Thomas Hardy Thomas Hardy,  Far from the Madding Crowd — Chapter XXXI (1874)

“ Boldwood?" she faltered, a guilty warmth pulsing in her face.
Those who have the power of reproaching in silence may find it a means more effective than words. There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound. Boldwood's look was unanswerable.
Seeing she turned a little aside, he said, "What, are you afraid of me?"
"Why should you say that?" said Bathsheba.
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