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Elizabeth-Jane had seen his movements and heard the words, which attracted her both by their subject and by their accent a strange one for those parts. It was quaint and northerly. The waiter took the note, while the young stranger continued "And can ye tell me of a respectable hotel that's a little more moderate than this?" The waiter glanced indifferently up and down the street.
Tuesday was the great Candlemas fair. At breakfast she said to Elizabeth-Jane quite coolly: "I imagine your father may call to see you to-day. I suppose he stands close by in the market-place with the rest of the corn-dealers?" She shook her head. "He won't come." "Why?" "He has taken against me," she said in a husky voice. "You have quarreled more deeply than I know of."
It happened that to-day there rose in the midst of them all two or three tall apple-trees standing as if they grew on the spot; till it was perceived that they were held by men from the cider-districts who came here to sell them, bringing the clay of their county on their boots. Elizabeth-Jane, who had often observed them, said, "I wonder if the same trees come every week?"
"If he says no," she enjoined, as Elizabeth-Jane stood, bonnet on, ready to depart; "if he thinks it does not become the good position he has reached to in the town, to own to let us call on him as his distant kinfolk, say, 'Then, sir, we would rather not intrude; we will leave Casterbridge as quietly as we have come, and go back to our own country....I almost feel that I would rather he did say so, as I have not seen him for so many years, and we are so little allied to him!"
She got a piece of paper, and bending over the fender wrote at his dictation words which he had evidently got by heart from some advertisement or other words to the effect that she, the writer, hitherto known as Elizabeth-Jane Newson, was going to call herself Elizabeth-Jane Henchard forthwith. It was done, and fastened up, and directed to the office of the Casterbridge Chronicle.
They told me in Falmouth that Susan was dead. But my Elizabeth-Jane where is she?" "Dead likewise," said Henchard doggedly. "Surely you learnt that too?" The sailor started up, and took an enervated pace or two down the room. "Dead!" he said, in a low voice. "Then what's the use of my money to me?"
Miss Templeman deposited herself on the sofa in her former flexuous position, and throwing her arm above her brow somewhat in the pose of a well-known conception of Titian's talked up at Elizabeth-Jane invertedly across her forehead and arm. "I must tell you something," she said. "I wonder if you have suspected it. I have only been mistress of a large house and fortune a little while."
The day and the hour came; but a drizzling rain fell. Elizabeth-Jane having now changed her orbit from one of gay independence to laborious self-help, thought the weather good enough for such declined glory as hers, if her friend would only face it a matter of doubt.
He rose to his feet, and stood like a dark ruin, obscured by "the shade from his own soul up-thrown." But he was no longer the man to stand these reverses unmoved. His agitation was great, and he would fain have been gone, but before he could leave the dance had ended, the housekeeper had informed Elizabeth-Jane of the stranger who awaited her, and she entered the room immediately. "Oh it is Mr.
Elizabeth-Jane thought and thought of these words "kept me alive," as they slowly retraced their way to the town, and at length guessed their meaning. "Father! I will not leave you alone like this!" she cried. "May I live with you, and tend upon you as I used to do? I do not mind your being poor. I would have agreed to come this morning, but you did not ask me."
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