Oh poor thing!’cried Bathsheba. ‘I'll help her!’
‘No,stay on your horse,and take mine!’ordered Troy,jumping down. ‘Take the horses to the top of the hill. ’
Bathsheba obeyed,and moved away. Troy lifted up the woman.
‘I thought you were far away,or dead!’he told her,in a strangely gentle voice. ‘Why didn't you write to me,Fanny?’
‘I was afraid to. ’