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Bathsheba loved Troy in the way that only self-reliant women love when they abandon their self-reliance. When a strong woman recklessly throws away her strength she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.

He drew near and said, "I must be leaving you." He drew nearer still.
A minute later and she saw his scarlet form disappear amid the ferny thicket, almost in a flash, like a brand swiftly waved.

Did he just kiss her…?

Quite the impressive rake
Let me show off my swordsmanship
“That loose lock of hair wants tidying… the sword had descended. The lock dropped to the ground.”
Then picking up the hair to keep…

Scandalous

“she cast a farewell glance upon the spot she had just left, having resolved not to remain near the place after all.
She saw a dim spot of orange red moving round the shoulder of the rise. It disappeared on the other side.”