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Updated: June 25, 2025
"I suppose you have heard the Egdon news, Eustacia?" he said, without looking up from the bottles. "The men have been talking about it at the Woman as if it were of national importance." "I have heard none," she said. "Young Clym Yeobright, as they call him, is coming home next week to spend Christmas with his mother. He is a fine fellow by this time, it seems. I suppose you remember him?"
"Yes, there is trouble in a household on account of him, and I have come to let you know of it, because I believe you might have power to drive it away." "I? What is the trouble?" "It is quite a secret. It is that he may refuse to marry Thomasin Yeobright after all." Eustacia, though set inwardly pulsing by his words, was equal to her part in such a drama as this.
"Here come I, a Turkish Knight, Who learnt in Turkish land to fight," continuing the discourse throughout the scenes to the concluding catastrophe of his fall by the hand of Saint George. Eustacia had occasionally heard the part recited before. When the lad ended she began, precisely in the same words, and ranted on without hitch or divergence till she too reached the end.
Seizing with the tongs the image that she had made of Eustacia, she held it in the heat, and watched it as it began to waste slowly away. And while she stood thus engaged there came from between her lips a murmur of words. It was a strange jargon the Lord's Prayer repeated backwards the incantation usual in proceedings for obtaining unhallowed assistance against an enemy.
His passion for Eustacia had been a sort of conserve of his whole life, and he had nothing more of that supreme quality left to bestow. So far the obvious thing was not to entertain any idea of marriage with Thomasin, even to oblige her. But this was not all. Years ago there had been in his mother's mind a great fancy about Thomasin and himself.
She called Charley, and asked him if he knew who they were, though she well guessed. "Mrs. Wildeve and the nurse-girl," said Charley. "The nurse is carrying the baby?" said Eustacia. "No, 'tis Mrs. Wildeve carrying that," he answered, "and the nurse walks behind carrying nothing."
She instantly guessed that Clym, having been home only these two or three days, had not as yet been made acquainted with Thomasin's painful situation with regard to Wildeve; and seeing her living there just as she had been living before he left home, he naturally suspected nothing. Eustacia felt a wild jealousy of Thomasin on the instant.
If he were there with unjust intentions Wildeve, being a man of quick feeling, might possibly say something to reveal the extent to which Eustacia was compromised. But on reaching his cousin's house he found that only Thomasin was at home, Wildeve being at that time on his way towards the bonfire innocently lit by Charley at Mistover.
Eustacia started up, and said, "Ah, Charley you have followed me. You did not think when I left home in the summer that I should come back like this!" "I did not, dear ma'am. Can I help you now?" "I am afraid not. I wish I could get into the house. I feel giddy that's all." "Lean on my arm, ma'am, till we get to the porch, and I will try to open the door."
However, he says that when people are living upon their capital they must keep down current expenses by turning a penny where they can." "The fates have not been kind to you, Eustacia Yeobright." "I have nothing to thank them for." "Nor has he except for their one great gift to him." "What's that?" Wildeve looked her in the eyes. Eustacia blushed for the first time that day.
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