Joseph Poorgrass retired a few steps behind a hurdle.
"He says he shall not come onless you request en to come civilly and in a proper manner, as becomes any 'ooman begging a favour." "Oh, oh, that's his answer! Where does he get his airs?
Who am I, then, to be treated like that?
Shall I beg to a man who has begged to me ?" Another of the flock sprang into the air, and fell dead.
The men looked grave, as if they suppressed opinion.
Bathsheba turned aside, her eyes full of tears.

The strait she was in through pride and shrewishness could not be disguised longer: she burst out crying bitterly; they all saw it; and she attempted no further concealment.
"I wouldn't cry about it, miss," said William Smallbury, compassionately.

"Why not ask him softer like?
I'm sure he'd come then.

Gable is a true man in that way." Bathsheba checked her grief and wiped her eyes.

"Oh, it is a wicked cruelty to me--it is--it is!" she murmured.