Far from the Madding Crowd
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A yellow wagon of furniture and potted geraniums stops on Norcombe Hill while the driver walks back uphill for a lost tailboard. You play Bathsheba Everdene, alone on top of the load, unwrapping a mirror to look at yourself because no audience requires it — except somebody is watching through the hedge. He settles your toll at the gate below and refuses to make anything of it. The next evening you find him unconscious in a smoke-filled lambing hut, and still do not give him your name.
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- The Farmer Beyond the HedgeNorcombe Hill