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My impression is that her walk must have been exceptionally long." "I used to tell her not to overwalk herself this weather," said Clym, with distress. "Do you think we did well in using the adder's fat?" "Well, it is a very ancient remedy the old remedy of the viper-catchers, I believe," replied the doctor. "It is mentioned as an infallible ointment by Hoffman, Mead, and I think the Abbé Fontana.
He reminded her, she could not tell why, of the "lytel boy" who kept fair Alyce's swine, in her favorite ballad of "Adam Bell, Clym o' the Clough, and William of Cloudeslee;" and the words of the ballad rose half unconsciously to her lips as she bent over the great yellow bowl, heaped with scarlet and pale-gold clusters.
You have come only to distress me, a lonely woman, and shorten my days! I wish that you would bestow your presence where you bestow your love!" Clym said huskily, "You are my mother. I will say no more beyond this, that I beg your pardon for having thought this my home. I will no longer inflict myself upon you; I'll go." And he went out with tears in his eyes.
Its origin was unmistakable it was the fall of a body into the stream in the adjoining mead, apparently at a point near the weir. Both started. "Good God! can it be she?" said Clym. "Why should it be she?" said Wildeve, in his alarm forgetting that he had hitherto screened himself. "Ah! that's you, you traitor, is it?" cried Yeobright. "Why should it be she?
Eustacia had not long been gone when there came a knock at the door of the bedroom; and Yeobright said, "Well?" It was the servant; and she replied, "Somebody from Mrs. Wildeve's have called to tell 'ee that the mis'ess and the baby are getting on wonderful well, and the baby's name is to be Eustacia Clementine." And the girl retired. "What a mockery!" said Clym.
Eustacia was sitting in a chair hard by him, and though she held a book in her hand she had not looked into it for some time. "Well, indeed!" said Clym, brushing his eyes with his hands. "How soundly I have slept! I have had such a tremendous dream, too: one I shall never forget." "I thought you had been dreaming," said she. "Yes. It was about my mother.
And it might have been observed that she did not in future walk that way less often from having met Venn there now. Whether or not Venn abstained from riding thither because he had met Thomasin in the same place might easily have been guessed from her proceedings about two months later in the same year. The Serious Discourse of Clym with His Cousin
Clym and Eustacia, in their little house at Alderworth, beyond East Egdon, were living on with a monotony which was delightful to them. The heath and changes of weather were quite blotted out from their eyes for the present. They were enclosed in a sort of luminous mist, which hid from them surroundings of any inharmonious colour, and gave to all things the character of light.
She did not reply, and they stood looking musingly at Clym as he slept on in that profound sleep which is the result of physical labour carried on in circumstances that wake no nervous fear. "God, how I envy him that sweet sleep!" said Wildeve. "I have not slept like that since I was a boy years and years ago."
I have been wanting to speak about this, and I am glad the subject is begun. The reason, of course, is Eustacia Vye. Well, I confess I have seen her lately, and have seen her a good many times." "Yes, yes; and I know what that amounts to. It troubles me, Clym. You are wasting your life here; and it is solely on account of her.
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