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"Yes, Paris must be a taking place," said Humphrey. "Grand shop-winders, trumpets, and drums; and here be we out of doors in all winds and weathers " "But you mistake me," pleaded Clym. "All this was very depressing. But not so depressing as something I next perceived that my business was the idlest, vainest, most effeminate business that ever a man could be put to.
We walked on together, she and I, and I talked to her and she talked to me a bit, but not much, because she couldn't blow her breath." "O!" murmured Clym, in a low tone, and bowed his head. "Let's have more," he said. "She couldn't talk much, and she couldn't walk; and her face was, O so queer!" "How was her face?" "Like yours is now."
"Mis'ess Yeobright, not ten minutes ago a man was here asking for you a reddleman." "What did he want?" said she. "He didn't tell us." "Something to sell, I suppose; what it can be I am at a loss to understand." "I am glad to hear that your son Mr. Clym is coming home at Christmas, ma'am," said Sam, the turf-cutter. "What a dog he used to be for bonfires!" "Yes. I believe he is coming," she said.
"Trouble no more about that," answered Clym, with a quivering mouth. "What he did is a trifle in comparison with what he saw. Door kept shut, did you say? Kept shut, she looking out of window? Good heart of God! what does it mean?" The child shrank away from the gaze of his questioner. "He said so," answered the mother, "and Johnny's a God-fearing boy and tells no lies."
But you must not will you, dear Clym?" "You are just like all women. They are ever content to build their lives on any incidental position that offers itself; whilst men would fain make a globe to suit them. Listen to this, Eustacia. There is a subject I have determined to put off no longer. Your sentiment on the wisdom of Carpe diem does not impress me today.
"You are unnatural, Clym, and I did not expect it." "Very likely," said he cheerlessly. "You did not know the measure you were going to mete me, and therefore did not know the measure that would be returned to you again." "You answer me; you think only of her. You stick to her in all things." "That proves her to be worthy. I have never yet supported what is bad. And I do not care only for her.
The excited mother then withdrew, and Eustacia, panting, stood looking into the pool. 2 He Is Set upon by Adversities but He Sings a Song The result of that unpropitious interview was that Eustacia, instead of passing the afternoon with her grandfather, hastily returned home to Clym, where she arrived three hours earlier than she had been expected.
Fidelity to her husband had that evening induced her to conceal all suspicion that Wildeve's interest in Eustacia had not ended with his marriage. But she knew nothing positive; and though Clym was her well-beloved cousin there was one nearer to her still. When, a little later, Wildeve returned from his walk to Mistover, Thomasin said, "Damon, where have you been?
Eustacia was not present at the time. "Then this is what my mother meant," exclaimed Clym. "Thomasin, do you know that they have had a bitter quarrel?" There was a little more reticence now than formerly in Thomasin's manner towards her cousin. It is the effect of marriage to engender in several directions some of the reserve it annihilates in one. "Your mother told me," she said quietly.
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.
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