"Oh, Farmer Boldwood," murmured Bathsheba, and looked at him as he outstripped them. The farmer had never turned his head once, but with eyes fixed on the most advanced point along the road, passed as unconsciously and abstractedly as if Bathsheba and her charms were thin air.
Farmer Boldwood's head was not turned by this bombshell. Are all of his eggs in the Fanny Robin basket?
