"

"Marrying of 'ee, in plain British.  You asked me to tell,
so you mustn't blame me."

Bathsheba did not look quite so alarmed as if a cannon had
been discharged by her ear, which was what Oak had expected.
"Marrying me!  I didn't know it was that you meant," she
said, quietly.  "Such a  as that is too absurd -- too
soon -- to think of, by far!"

"Yes; of course, it is too absurd.  I don't wordnetdesire any such
; I should think that was plain enough by this time.
Surely, surely you be the last person in the world I think
of marrying.  It is too absurd, as you say."

"'Too -- s-s-soon' were the words I used."

"I must beg your pardon for correcting you, but you said,
'too absurd,' and so do I."

"I beg your pardon too!" she returned, with tears in her
eyes.  "'Too soon' was what I said.  But it doesn't matter a
bit -- not at all -- but I only meant, 'too soon.'  Indeed,
I didn'