I have already tried to please you too much for my own good!" Bathsheba regarded him with round-eyed perplexity.

She did not know whether to pity him for disappointed love of her, or to be angry with him for having got over it--his tone being ambiguous.
"I said I wanted you just to mention that it was not true I was going to be married to him," she murmured, with a slight decline in her assurance.
"I can say that to them if you wish, Miss Everdene.

And I could likewise give an opinion to 'ee on what you have done." "I daresay.

But I don't want your opinion." "I suppose not," said Gabriel bitterly, and going on with his turning, his words rising and falling in a regular swell and cadence as he stooped or rose with the winch, which directed them, according to his position, perpendicularly into the earth, or horizontally along the garden, his eyes being fixed on a leaf upon the ground.
With Bathsheba a hastened act was a rash act; but, as does not always happen, time gained was prudence insured.

It must be added, however, that time was very seldom gained.