Far from the Madding Crowd Page #3

Yes, mistress.

Now that most of you are present ...

Last night, I surprised the foreman

Pennyways stealing barley from the barn.

I thought about reporting it,

but changed my mind.

And I will not appoint another foreman.

I'm going to manage all by myself.

Still do not know my talent for

agriculture, but I'll do my best.

And if you serve me well,

I will repay in kind.

And lest anyone think that

being a woman,

I do not know the difference between

a good or bad business.

I will arise before

that you wake up.

I'll be on the field before

you will rise.

And I will have breakfast before

that arrive to the field.

Soon

I will surprise everyone.

What does she know about agriculture?

We will finish them at the hospice.

The following.

Jan Coggan.

- Good evening, ladies.

- Good evening, sir.

- What girl are you?

- Frank, do not you recognize me?

Fanny! What are you doing here?

You said you had to come.

I said you could.

I'm surprised you found me!

There have been walking

from Weatherbury, right?

Can you get out?

Has already played the trumpet, Fan.

I'm like a prison

until morning.

When will it be, Frank?

What?

Please Frank, do not make me

say what you might say.

No matter. Say it.

"When we get married?

Really, Fanny?

Coming so, so suddenly.

You think I'm an insolent?

Do not think so, Frank!

I love you, and told me

so many times that we would get married y. ..

Do not cry!

If I told you to get married,

we will.

"I will visit tomorrow?

I'm at home of Mrs. Twill,

in North Street.

I like to come to headquarters,

women are indecent.

I'll go tomorrow.

Good night, Fan.

Good night, Frank.

Good night.

Damn! What do you want?

Who the hell is it?

Must be a landowner!

Bring a sack of grain sample.

But where have we come?

Allow women to come here!

What audacity to come here!

An indiscretion, that's what it is!

Well?

I'm afraid, miss,

all you can do with it

is give to the pigs.

The most I can offer is ...

30 shillings a quarter pound.

I'm doing you a favor

taking it out of hand.

Then the pigs will

to find another food, right?

This grain is worth 62 shillings

and will not sell for less.

- Who is this woman?

- The niece of Mr. Everdene.

Unable to display tenderness

before men, Fan.

I would throw the barracks.

Come here.

You know that only

I have eyes for you.

- Really?

- There is no other.

When you said that we would get married,

Are you serious?

Sure.

I know I'm not ...

I just want you

sure what to do.

- If you have a better idea ...

- Do not be silly, Frank.

You know I love you,

with all my heart.

Oh, Fanny, I want to marry you.

Really!

What we choose?

Does the church or chapel?

Oh, Frank!

I'm so happy!

- Good morning, Miss Everdene.

- Good morning, Miss Everdene.

Liddy, what can be done

to hang on Sunday?

Have you tried to find out whom he married

using a key and a Bible?

Do not be foolish, Liddy.

Some believe in it!

Take the key

the front door!

It's moving!

- Who were you thinking?

- I will not tell.

Did you notice in Mr. Boldwood,

This morning in church?

No.

His bank is in

opposite of yours, miss.

He was not looking.

Well, what did?

Not even once turned to look at

throughout the mass.

Why should I?

Did not ask.

All others are set on you

They say a woman

rejected as a young man

and why it's so quiet.

People always say that.

Guess is

nature

be reserved

and indifferent to everything.

Yes, ma'am.

Rich and gentlemanly,

"He who cares?

Who is that?

Mr. Boldwood Why?

No. It's for little Teddy Coggan.

I want to give a pleasant surprise.

What type?

"Roses are red, violets blue,

Honey is as sweet as you are. "

That would be fun

send it to the old Boldwood!

How many rounds would give!

- No, do not understand grace.

- I can imagine your face!

He would die of worry!

Let's do lots.

Or Boldwood Teddy!

Ah, no! On Sunday not

can play with money.

We will use the book!

There can be no sin on him.

It is more likely to fall open.

So open is Teddy;

Boldwood is closed.

Patron!

Done! Alter

the solemnity of a priest.

Letter to Mr. Boldwood.

- Thanks, Joe.

- Sure.

Marry me

Adam, George, go on

preparing the ground of 3 acres.

Sam, finished clearing the fields

for spring grain

and leads a group Durnsey

Hill to start plowing.

Yes, sir.

I think it is for your pastor.

My mistake. It is for the pastor

of Miss Everdene. No.

- No, do not worry. I will take them.

- Come on.

Liddy!

"Mrs. Coggan

has already lit the fire in the kitchen?

Yes, ma'am.

Tell him to burn it,

Will you, Liddy?

Unless you want any girls.

Cree that they can be

manage without a foreman!

I've never seen

anything like it. Never.

Food. We are working

from 4 in the morning.

- I'm starving, maestro.

- Take what you want.

Not hear a single tip!

Good morning everyone. How are their

aching bones, this chilly morning?

No good. I've been up all night

mare with the landlady.

Lose 35 pounds

If the mare dies, Joseph.

They say things

his uncle and dislikes.

We are buying everything new.

Resistant chairs for fat people

for thin and delicate.

- A piano again.

- How?

What will make a planter

with a piano?

If all the money wasted

his uncle, we will affect us.

It is the turn of the head,

the movement of the shoulders,

Is the challenge of

women in general!

Hello, neighbors.

Is there room for two more?

Hey, shepherd!

Sit by the fire.

What happened?

We were talking about

strange behavior of the patron.

And what have you been

saying about her?

These old men were

putting green.

I say, bless her we face.

Would not you like to touch?

Or his lips are red?

Who has been criticizing?

I do not. I only said that it is

a fate worse than.

Not altered, pastor.

We are concerned as workers.

If you lose the farm,

What will become of us?

Has no knowledge

agriculture and has no foreman.

I do not know that defends pastor.

I should have named his foreman.

Is right for the job.

What?

Ms. Everdene entitled

to be his own overseer

and to stay as pastor,

if desired.

- Boldwood.

- Good morning, Mr. Boldwood.

Oak.

Oak, I'm afraid I opened

unread by the recipient.

I apologize for my error.

Apology accepted, Mr. Boldwood.

- It's Fanny Robin.

- Fanny?

Thank God! Do not know

I knew her.

Actually, no.

I found the night

I arrived and gave him a shilling.

He says he will marry

with a certain Sergeant Troy

the 11 th Regiment of Dragoons.

Oh, Fanny

Foolish girl!

- Why? Do you know that Troy?

- It is in this region.

He says he is a nobleman.

Yes, it is said to be the son

illegitimate one Lord.

It's pretty smart, but

when it comes to women ...

I hope, for the sake of Fanny,

that does what it says.

Mr Oak!

Cain said that two sheep

have produced more twins!

Ah, well. Good boy, Teddy.

Sign. Warm up with

fire and then follow me.

- Have a good day, Mr. Boldwood.

- Oak. Oak.

I wanted to ask ... if by chance

know who wrote this.

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