said. “Do
no such
thing – do
no such
thing.
Your dear
love,
Bathsheba,
is such a
vast thing
beside
your pity,
that the
loss of
your pity
as well as
your love
is no
great
addition
to my
sorrow,
nor does
the gain
of your
pity make
it
sensibly
less. O
sweet –
how dearly
you spoke
to me
behind the
spear-bed
at the
washing-pool,
and in the
barn at
the
shearing,
and that
dearest
last time
in the
evening at
your home!
Where are
your
pleasant
