Chapter 17: Farmer Boldwood begings to hope
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- I must tell you, maám, your husband is dead.
- No,it can´t be true
- Tell me more
- The police found her husband¨s clothes on the beach. He must have been swimming, and drowned off the Budmouth coast.
- Shall we get some black clothes made for you, ma ám?
- No, Liddy. It isn´t necessary. You see, I think he may still be alive.
- I feel- I think I´m sure he´s alive
- FA
- He was Fanny´s and she was him. They should be together. I mean nothing to either of them. Why should I keep her hair?
- No, I won´t burn it, I´ll keep it in memory of her, poor thing!
- I don´t know. Six years is too far away. I´m bitterly sorry I behaved so stupid towards you, but-I can promise I´ll never marry another man while you want me to be your wife.
- Do you know, Bathsheba, that according to the lawyers, you can remarry seven years after your husband´s supposed death, that is, six years from now? Could you-promise to marry me then?
- That is my punishment, Gabriel, for playing that foolish trick with the valentine on him
- Then why don´t you promise, ma´am?I don´t think people would think it wrong. In my view is that you don´t love him.
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