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Updated: May 11, 2025
"Christian, now listen to me." "Yes, sure, Mr. Yeobright." "Did you see my mother the day before she died?" "No, I did not." Yeobright's face expressed disappointment. "But I zeed her the morning of the same day she died." Clym's look lighted up. "That's nearer still to my meaning," he said.
She had lapsed into an easy and dignified calm, far removed from the intensity of life in her words of solicitude for Clym's safety. "Will it be possible to draw water here tonight?" she inquired. "No, miss; the bottom of the bucket is clean knocked out. And as we can do no more now we'll leave off, and come again tomorrow morning." "No water," she murmured, turning away.
"Christian, now listen to me." "Yes, sure, Mr. Yeobright." "Did you see my mother the day before she died?" "No, I did not." Yeobright's face expressed disappointment. "But I zeed her the morning of the same day she died." Clym's look lighted up. "That's nearer still to my meaning," he said.
He journeyed on about a mile further to the village in which the owner lived, and, returning with him to the house, arrangements were completed, and the man undertook that one room at least should be ready for occupation the next day. Clym's intention was to live there alone until Eustacia should join him on their wedding day.
At each brushing of Clym's feet white miller-moths 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.
Eustacia started when the lamp shone upon him, and Clym's arm was involuntarily withdrawn from her waist. He said, "What, Diggory? You are having a lonely walk." "Yes I beg your pardon for stopping you," said Venn. "But I am waiting about for Mrs. Wildeve: I have something to give her from Mrs. Yeobright. Can you tell me if she's gone home from the party yet?" "No. But she will be leaving soon.
The two went round and ascended the crooked stair in darkness till Clym's sitting-room on the upper floor was reached, where he lit a candle, Charley entering gently behind. Yeobright searched his desk, and taking out a sheet of tissue-paper unfolded from it two or three undulating locks of raven hair, which fell over the paper like black streams.
Possibly Clym's fame, like Homer's, owed something to the accidents of his situation; nevertheless famous he was. He grew up and was helped out in life.
There was I, straight as a young poplar, wi' my firelock, and my bag-net, and my spatter-dashes, and my stock sawing my jaws off, and my accoutrements sheening like the seven stars! Yes, neighbours, I was a pretty sight in my soldiering days. You ought to have seen me in four!" "'Tis his mother's side where Master Clym's figure comes from, bless ye," said Timothy. "I know'd her brothers well.
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.
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