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Updated: June 25, 2025
When it was thoroughly ablaze Eustacia took it by the stem and waved it in the air above her head till it had burned itself out. She was gratified, if gratification were possible to such a mood, by seeing a similar light in the vicinity of Wildeve's residence a minute or two later.
They wandered onward till they reached the nether margin of the heath, where it became marshy and merged in moorland. "I must part from you here, Clym," said Eustacia. They stood still and prepared to bid each other farewell. Everything before them was on a perfect level.
At the time that Eustacia was listening to the rickmakers' conversation on Clym's return, Thomasin was climbing into a loft over her aunt's fuel-house, where the store-apples were kept, to search out the best and largest of them for the coming holiday-time.
You may command me, Eustacia, to the limit of my influence; and don't forget that I am richer now. Surely something can be done to save you from this! Such a rare plant in such a wild place it grieves me to see. Do you want anything bought? Do you want to go anywhere? Do you want to escape the place altogether?
Wildeve's vexation had escaped him in spite of himself. Eustacia was silent a long while. "You are in the awkward position of an official who is no longer wanted," she said in a changed tone. "It seems so. But I have not yet seen Thomasin." "And that irritates you. Don't deny it, Damon. You are actually nettled by this slight from an unexpected quarter." "Well?"
"It is true. What do you think of me as a furze-cutter's wife?" "I think the same as ever of you, Eustacia. Nothing of that sort can degrade you you ennoble the occupation of your husband." "I wish I could feel it." "Is there any chance of Mr. Yeobright getting better?" "He thinks so. I doubt it." "I was quite surprised to hear that he had taken a cottage.
On his flinging open the door the rays of the candle fell upon a woman closely wrapped up, who at once came forward. "Thomasin!" he exclaimed in an indescribable tone of disappointment. "It is Thomasin, and on such a night as this! O, where is Eustacia?" Thomasin it was, wet, frightened, and panting. "Eustacia? I don't know, Clym; but I can think," she said with much perturbation.
When he had gone down I thought of Eustacia, and how he had met her the night before I know he did meet her, Clym, for I followed him part of the way; but I did not like to tell you when you called, and so make you think ill of him, as I did not think it was so serious.
The room had been arranged with a view to the dancing, the large oak table having been moved back till it stood as a breastwork to the fireplace. At each end, behind, and in the chimney-corner were grouped the guests, many of them being warm-faced and panting, among whom Eustacia cursorily recognized some well-to-do persons from beyond the heath.
All the life visible was in the shape of a solitary thrush cracking a small snail upon the door-stone for his breakfast, and his tapping seemed a loud noise in the general silence which prevailed; but on going to the door Clym found it unfastened, the young girl who attended upon Eustacia being astir in the back part of the premises. Yeobright entered and went straight to his wife's room.
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