"You can't come across," Bathsheba said in a whisper, which she vainly endeavoured to make loud enough to reach Liddy's ears. Liddy, not knowing this, stepped down upon the swamp, saying, as she did so, "It will bear me up, I think."
You will be okay, Bathsheba. You will get to the other side of this. Perhaps with thre gelp of good companions like Liddy and Farmer Oak. People whom you actually respect. Did you ever respect Troy?
