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'It is Edward Springrove, my tenant's son. The inundation of colour upon the younger lady at hearing a name which to her was a world, handled as if it were only an atom, told Miss Aldclyffe that she had divined the truth at last. 'Ah it is he, is it? she continued. 'Well, I wanted to know for practical reasons.
You should have been woman enough to control yourself. Remember whose wife you are, and don't think anything more of a mean-spirited fellow like Springrove; he had no business to come there as he did. You are altogether wrong, Cytherea, and I am vexed with you more than I can say very vexed. 'Say ashamed of me at once, she bitterly answered.
They found, on arriving there, that on the first day of that month the particular train selected for Graye's return had ceased to stop at Anglebury station. 'I am very sorry I misled him, said Springrove. 'O, I am not alarmed at all, replied Cytherea. 'Well, it's sure to be all right he will sleep there, and come by the first in the morning. But what will you do, alone?
'Somebody in the gaol, then? 'Yes, one of the prisoners, said a boy, scudding by at the moment, who passed on whistling. 'Do you know the name of the man who is dead? inquired Baker of a third bystander. 'Yes, 'tis all over town surely you know, Mr. Springrove? Why, Manston, Miss Aldclyffe's steward. He was found dead the first thing this morning.
'Do try to succeed, she said, with wistful thoughtfulness, leaving her eyes on him. Springrove flushed a little at the earnestness of her words, and mused. 'Then, like Cato the Censor, I shall do what I despise, to be in the fashion, he said at last... 'Well, when I found all this out that I was speaking of, what ever do you think I did?
You mi't ha' mouthed across to her "Laws in our hearts we beseech Thee," fifty times over she'd never ha' noticed ye. She's in love wi' the man, that's what she is. 'Then she's a bigger stunpoll than I took her for, said Mr. Springrove. 'Why, she's old enough to be his mother. 'The row'll be between her and that young Curlywig, you'll see. She won't run the risk of that pretty face be-en near.
A hazardous length of time elapsed before the inmates of the Three Tranters knew of their danger. When at length the discovery was made, the rush was a rush for bare life. A man's voice calling, then screams, then loud stamping and shouts were heard. Mr. Springrove ran out first. Two minutes later appeared the ostler and chambermaid, who were man and wife.
It was dusk when Springrove reached his lodging. Entering his small sitting-room, the front apartment on the ground floor, he struck a light, and proceeded to learn if any scrap or mark within or upon his purchase rendered it of moment to the business in hand. Breaking open the cover with a small chisel, and lifting the tray, he glanced eagerly beneath, and found nothing.
The carrier to Casterbridge came up as Edward stepped into the road, and jumped down from the van to pay toll. He recognized Springrove. 'This is a pretty set-to in your place, sir, he said. 'You don't know about it, I suppose? 'What? said Springrove.
And fully conscious of the labyrinth into which he had wandered between his wish to behave honourably in the dilemma of his engagement to his cousin Adelaide and the intensity of his love for Cytherea, Springrove was additionally sensitive to any allusion to the case. He had spoken to Miss Aldclyffe with considerable warmth.
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