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But, oh no poor or'nary child there never was any sprawl on thy side of the family, and never will be!" "Where is this beautiful city, Aunt this place where Mr. Phillotson is gone to?" asked the boy, after meditating in silence. "Lord! you ought to know where the city of Christminster is. Near a score of miles from here.
A resumption of this investigation was the outward and apparent hobby of Phillotson at present his ostensible reason for going alone into fields where causeways, dykes, and tumuli abounded, or shutting himself up in his house with a few urns, tiles, and mosaics he had collected, instead of calling round upon his new neighbours, who for their part had showed themselves willing enough to be friendly with him.
"I I sir only meant that there was a good crop in the ground I saw 'em sow it and the rooks could have a little bit for dinner and you wouldn't miss it, sir and Mr. Phillotson said I was to be kind to 'em oh, oh, oh!"
"You'll excuse my asking, Phillotson, since everybody is talking of it: is this true as to your domestic affairs that your wife's going away was on no visit, but a secret elopement with a lover? If so, I condole with you." "Don't," said Phillotson. "There was no secret about it." "She has gone to visit friends?" "No." "Then what has happened?"
"And something frightened me a terrible dream I thought I saw you " The actual circumstances seemed to come back to her, and she was silent. Her cloak was hanging at the back of the door, and the wretched Phillotson flung it round her. "Shall I help you upstairs?" he asked drearily; for the significance of all this sickened him of himself and of everything. "No thank you, Richard.
And as they walked along the wet and deserted lane Jude saw Phillotson place his arm round the girl's waist; whereupon she gently removed it; but he replaced it; and she let it remain, looking quickly round her with an air of misgiving. She did not look absolutely behind her, and therefore did not see Jude, who sank into the hedge like one struck with a blight.
Sue's table had a moderate show, two men in their filigree and velvet frames standing together beside her looking-glass. "Who are these men did she ever say?" asked the mistress. "Strictly speaking, relations' portraits only are allowed on these tables, you know." "One the middle-aged man," said a student in the next bed "is the schoolmaster she served under Mr. Phillotson."
Possibly she would go on inflicting such pains again and again, and grieving for the sufferer again and again, in all her colossal inconsistency. Phillotson seemed not to notice, to be surrounded by a mist which prevented his seeing the emotions of others. As soon as they had signed their names and come away, and the suspense was over, Jude felt relieved.
Phillotson if she will be kind enough to come to the church for a few minutes." The child departed, and Jude heard him knock at the door of the dwelling. He himself went further into the church. Everything was new, except a few pieces of carving preserved from the wrecked old fabric, now fixed against the new walls.
Give me a little time. I am disposed to agree to your last request. One line from her: Thank you from my heart, Richard. I do not deserve your kindness. All day Phillotson bent a dazed regard upon her through the glazed partition; and he felt as lonely as when he had not known her. But he was as good as his word, and consented to her living apart in the house.
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