Far from the Madding Crowd Page #8

If you are not covered haystacks,

lose them. Tell him it's important.

Sergeant Troy says it will not rain

and not bothered by this nonsense.

Will you marry me?

Friends, tonight we celebrate

just a good harvest.

It is also the conclusion

a wedding.

I recently had the

take pleasure

this lady, her mistress,

the altar.

We have not had the opportunity

to celebrate our wedding ...

publicly.

So to celebrate it as it deserves,

and that you can go to sleep happy

I sent for brandy

and pitchers of rum.

Yes!

Three pitchers for each guest!

No, no, Frank.

Have had enough.

We want no more.

Thank you, Sgt.

Nonsense!

Friends, friends! We send

women and creatures to bed

and we celebrate ourselves

as it deserves.

And showing cowardice

and can fetch

work elsewhere.

Is that you, Frank?

It's in the barn!

"I can help?

If you do not mind climbing the stairs

dark, could approach these bundles.

Will we cover everything

before it starts to rain?

Yes, if we hurry.

He promised he would.

You better get off.

Gabriel,

I guess I thought when I left

run to Bath that night,

I went to get married

with Sergeant Troy.

At first, yes.

And You should also think

other things.

But it was not so.

I went there to finish it.

But when I went to go ...

I said this morning he had seen

a woman more beautiful than me.

That promise could not be faithful to me,

unless I marry him.

And jealousy and attraction

I married him.

Bathsheba.

No blame.

There may have been

found another.

Come home.

I will finish it alone.

Thanks, Gabriel.

Thanks a thousand times, for everything.

I forgot

haystacks of this year.

Is a big part of their harvest, sir.

Things I have not done very well

lately, Oak.

Hoped to organize a little

my life, but ...

somehow

my plans have gone down.

I'm sure

laughingstock of the district.

Absolutely, sir.

Not for me.

Oak ...

I can not get rid

my miserable his sufferings.

No.

Whatever they say,

the truth is that I left.

I never promised anything.

Indeed, it was nothing.

Everything was more created by

other than by us.

It was nothing.

Have a nice day.

Lord.

If it had not fallen in the last

obstacle, would have gained 200 pounds.

It is a stupid throw

that way my money, Frank.

Promise me you will not come back tomorrow.

If you make a good day

bring me thinking.

I would rather run 160 Km

in the opposite direction.

You have lost the courage and

cunning you used to have.

Had sabiod as you were,

behind that anger, I never would ...

Please, you know what time

Casterbridge closes hospice?

I do not know.

- Poor!

- Stay where you are.

Go to the top of the hill.

I deal with it.

- You?

- Vamos!

Frank?

- Frank, are you?

- We looked everywhere.

I thought you were away

here or you were dead.

- Why did not you come to the barracks?

- I could not.

- You were so distant with me in the church.

- Fanny, was angry.

I went to your accommodation, but ...

Not good.

- You have money?

- No.

You can not go to the hospice.

This is all I have.

Damn! They are just pennies.

I left the army, Fan.

Now I have only

what gives me my wife.

I can not give you anything more.

Go there only tonight.

Can you walk?

We'll meet tomorrow

ten in Grey's Bridge.

No, Fanny, do not misunderstand.

At ten o'clock.

- I'll take all the money you can.

- Frank ...

What happens?

Nothing.

Fanny, I'm so sorry!

Now I can not do anything else,

but I will. I promise.

- Do you know?

- No.

- I think so.

- Think what you want.

Can you give me 20 pounds, Bathsheba?

Why racing again?

Do not go, Frank.

- Stay home with me today.

- It's not for racing.

Then what?

I worry with those

mysterious commitments.

And you worry me with

those suspicions.

Do not get too far,

Bathsheba,

or you'll end up regretting.

I already do.

- What do you regret?

- My love affair comes to an end.

All love stories

end with marriage.

Do I need to laugh

my costs?

And you are silly to my costs.

I think I hate.

Do not hate.

Hate your faults.

Let us end this discussion.

Give me 20 pounds

and be at peace.

If needed, take it.

I guess I will have already gone

when you return from the ranch.

I promised to meet someone.

Not long ago,

would have required many

promises to get away from me.

When I was more valuable

than any other pleasure.

Who are these hairs?

- Yours, of course.

- Liar!

No, I forgot I had them.

- They are blonde!

- Not true!

Do not insult me, the hair

are blond. Who are they?

You're my husband! You should not

save another woman's hair!

- Tell the truth, Frank!

- Do not make a drama!

God help me.

Joseph.

What message do you bring?

One sad, patron.

Most will not see Fanny Robin.

He died at the hospice

of Casterbridge.

Fanny is dead?

Mr. Boldwood sent

car to bring her home.

And the pastor's buried today

at four in the afternoon.

No, no, Fanny

is my responsibility.

You go to the search, Joseph. Use

the new car with red wheels.

Clean it. Put the garden foliage.

Put it nice for her.

I will do my best, Mrs.

How went to the hospice, Joseph?

Was there a long time?

It seems that only since last night, Ms.

They say they came on foot from Melchester,

and that it killed her.

Should have been here.

Why not come home?

What time could have happened

the road to Casterbridge, Joseph?

Yesterday afternoon, I think.

- Yesterday afternoon ...

- Yes, more or less.

You'd better go, Joseph.

See you soon, Joseph.

Come on.

- Liddy?

- Yes, ma'am.

What color was the hair

Fanny?

Golden, Mrs.

He had a blond hair.

People always commented.

It's horrible death in a hospice.

I hope I never

such misfortune occurs.

They said that her lover was

a soldier

The same regiment Mr. Troy.

Soon dark.

- Where is Poorgrass?

- Last hour left.

- What could have happened?

- Maybe you've stopped at Buck's Head.

- Oh, no!

- Not by Fanny died in the car!

Take another, Joseph.

After a drink, a

man has twice the force.

Work smoothly.

Well, thank Providence

I do not stay away from drinking.

Joseph Poorgrass,

If you are a disgrace!

Leave a dead woman

outside in the dark!

- You are a Cuba!

- No, pastor, not true.

The only thing they suffer is ...

Multiple viewing.

That's why you see double.

"Fanny Robin and son"

It is too late and dark to

make a funeral with dignity.

Could lead the body

home, Ms. Troy,

or it could stay in the church

until tomorrow morning.

Is better than

relocate to the church.

No, the church is cold and lonely.

Take her home.

Would be better off in church

would soon be there with flowers and others.

No, it is not polite nor Christian.

Take her home.

What is it, Liddy?

It's a wicked story, Ms.

I know that can not be true.

They say that Fanny died in childbirth.

I can not believe it.

Only written

name of Fanny.

We would have said,

if true, right?

Maybe.

Go to bed.

Oh, Fanny. Wanted as

'd tell me your secret.

Well?

What happened?

Who's dead?

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