Fourteen: Far From The Madding Crowd: Thomas Hardy: A Letter to Gabriel Oak.
The evening of St Valentine's day. At dusk Boldwood sat down to supper as usual by a beaming fire of aged logs. Upon the mantle-shelf before him was a time-piece on top of which was placed a spread eagle. Upon the eagle's wings was the letter sent by Bathsheba. His gaze lingered on the letter, as he sat eating and drinking, and he fancied the words thereon, although they were out of his sight. "Marry me" Since the receipt of the missive in the morning his peaceful existence had been spreading into an abnormal distortion in the particular direction of an ideal passion. When Boldwood went to bed, he placed the valentine in the corner of the looking glass. He was conscious of its presence even when his back was turned upon it. It was first time in his life that such an event occurred. Some woman's hand had travelled softly over the paper bearing his name. The unknown woman's eyes had watched every curve as she wrote it. She had imagined him the while. What had...