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Thomas Hardy: The Woodlanders20. CHAPTER XX. (continued)In a minute or two he uncovered her. "Oh, 'tis not Tim!" said she, burying her face. Fitzpiers, however, disregarded her resistance by reason of its mildness, stooped and imprinted the purposed kiss, then sunk down on the next hay-cock, panting with his race. "Whom do you mean by Tim?" he asked, presently. "My young man, Tim Tangs," said she. "Now, honor bright, did you really think it was he?" "I did at first." "But you didn't at last?" "I didn't at last." "Do you much mind that it was not?" "No," she answered, slyly. Fitzpiers did not pursue his questioning. In the moonlight Suke looked very beautiful, the scratches and blemishes incidental to her out-door occupation being invisible under these pale rays. While they remain silent the coarse whir of the eternal night-jar burst sarcastically from the top of a tree at the nearest corner of the wood. Besides this not a sound of any kind reached their ears, the time of nightingales being now past, and Hintock lying at a distance of two miles at least. In the opposite direction the hay-field stretched away into remoteness till it was lost to the eye in a soft mist. This is page 163 of 400. [Mark this Page] Mark any page to add this title to Your Bookshelf. (0 / 10 books on shelf) Buy a copy of The Woodlanders at Amazon.com
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