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She came indoors with her face flushed, and her eyes still showing traces of her recent excitement. Yeobright looked up astonished; he had never seen her in any way approaching to that state before. She passed him by, and would have gone upstairs unnoticed, but Clym was so concerned that he immediately followed her. "What is the matter, Eustacia?" he said.
"A woman who seems to care for nothing at all, as you may say." "She is melancholy, then?" inquired Clym. "She mopes about by herself, and don't mix in with the people." "Is she a young lady inclined for adventures?" "Not to my knowledge." "Doesn't join in with the lads in their games, to get some sort of excitement in this lonely place?" "No." "Mumming, for instance?" "No.
"You must not shrink from me, dear Clym," said Thomasin earnestly, in that sweet voice of hers which came to a sufferer like fresh air into a Black Hole. "Nothing in you can ever shock me or drive me away. I have been here before, but you don't remember it." "Yes, I do; I am not delirious, Thomasin, nor have I been so at all. Don't you believe that if they say so.
He has been kinder to me than anybody else, and has helped me in many ways that I don't know of!" Thomasin almost pouted now. "Yes, he has," said Clym in a neutral tone. "Well, I wish with all my heart that I could say, marry him. But I cannot forget what my mother thought on that matter, and it goes rather against me not to respect her opinion.
The sides of the pool were of masonry, to prevent the water from washing away the bank; but the force of the stream in winter was sometimes such as to undermine the retaining wall and precipitate it into the hole. Clym reached the hatches, the framework of which was shaken to its foundations by the velocity of the current. Nothing but the froth of the waves could be discerned in the pool below.
There was a forlorn look about her beautiful eyes which, whether she deserved it or not, would have excited pity in the breast of anyone who had known her during the full flush of her love for Clym. The feelings of husband and wife varied, in some measure, inversely with their positions.
O, pray, Clym, don't, don't say it!" implored Thomasin, affrighted into sobs and tears; while Eustacia, at the other side of the room, though her pale face remained calm, writhed in her chair. Clym went on without heeding his cousin. "But I am not worth receiving further proof even of Heaven's reprobation.
"Poor Clym!" she continued, looking tenderly into his face. "You are sad. Something has happened at your home. Never mind what is let us only look at what seems." "But, darling, what shall we do?" said he. "Still go on as we do now just live on from meeting to meeting, never minding about another day. You, I know, are always thinking of that I can see you are.
And no more was said, Thomasin being glad enough of a reason for not mentioning Clym's visit to her that evening, and his story. 7 The Night of the Sixth of November Having resolved on flight Eustacia at times seemed anxious that something should happen to thwart her own intention. The only event that could really change her position was the appearance of Clym.
Clym reddened like fire and rose. He placed his hand upon his mother's shoulder and said, in a tone which hung strangely between entreaty and command, "I won't hear it. I may be led to answer you in a way which we shall both regret." His mother parted her lips to begin some other vehement truth, but on looking at him she saw that in his face which led her to leave the words unsaid.
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