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There was such an abundance of sympathy in Clym's tone that Eustacia slowly drew up her sleeve and disclosed her round white arm. A bright red spot appeared on its smooth surface, like a ruby on Parian marble. "There it is," she said, putting her finger against the spot. "It was dastardly of the woman," said Clym. "Will not Captain Vye get her punished?"
In the meantime Eustacia, left alone in her cottage at Alderworth, had become considerably depressed by the posture of affairs. The consequences which might result from Clym's discovery that his mother had been turned from his door that day were likely to be disagreeable, and this was a quality in events which she hated as much as the dreadful.
At each brushing of Clym's feet white millermoths flew into the air just high enough to catch upon their dusty wings the mellowed light from the west, which now shone across the depressions and levels of the ground without falling thereon to light them up. Yeobright walked on amid this quiet scene with a hope that all would soon be well.
Had the track of her next thought been marked by a streak in the air, like the path of a meteor, it would have shown a direction contrary to the heron's, and have descended to the eastward upon the roof of Clym's house. 7 The Tragic Meeting of Two Old Friends He in the meantime had aroused himself from sleep, sat up, and looked around.
"There is no help for it," murmured Clym's mother gloomily as he withdrew. "They are sure to see each other. I wish Sam would carry his news to other houses than mine." Clym's retreating figure got smaller and smaller as it rose and fell over the hillocks on his way. "He is tender-hearted," said Mrs. Yeobright to herself while she watched him; "otherwise it would matter little. How he's going on!"
The life of this sweet cousin, her baby, and her servants, came to Clym's senses only in the form of sounds through a wood partition as he sat over books of exceptionally large type; but his ear became at last so accustomed to these slight noises from the other part of the house that he almost could witness the scenes they signified.
But secretly Clym had a more pleasing hope. Eustacia might possibly decline to use her pen it was rather her way to work silently and surprise him by appearing at his door. How fully her mind was made up to do otherwise he did not know. To Clym's regret it began to rain and blow hard as the evening advanced.
By this time a change had come over the game; the reddleman won continually. At length sixty guineas Thomasin's fifty, and ten of Clym's had passed into his hands. Wildeve was reckless, frantic, exasperated. "'Won back his coat," said Venn slily. Another throw, and the money went the same way. "'Won back his hat," continued Venn. "Oh, oh!" said Wildeve.
Wildeve? I have a spirit as well as you. I am indignant; and so would any woman be. It was a condescension in me to be Clym's wife, and not a manoeuvre, let me remind you; and therefore I will not be treated as a schemer whom it becomes necessary to bear with because she has crept into the family." "Oh!" said Mrs. Yeobright, vainly endeavouring to control her anger.
Wildeve's were a hundred miles apart instead of four or five." "Then there WAS an understanding between him and Clym's wife when he made a fool of Thomasin!" "We'll hope there's no understanding now." "And our hope will probably be very vain. O Clym! O Thomasin!" "There's no harm done yet. In fact, I've persuaded Wildeve to mind his own business." "How?"
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