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And then, when they got to church door he'd throw down the clarinet, mount the gallery, snatch up the bass viol, and rozum away as if he'd never played anything but a bass viol. Folk would say folk that knowed what a true stave was 'Surely, surely that's never the same man that I saw handling the clarinet so masterly by now!" "I can mind it," said the furze-cutter.
And then, when they got to church door he'd throw down the clarinet, mount the gallery, snatch up the bass-viol, and rozum away as if he'd never played anything but a bass-viol. Folk would say folk that knowed what a true stave was 'Surely, surely that's never the same man that I saw handling the clarinet so masterly by now!" "I can mind it," said the furze-cutter.
The furze-cutter was so absorbed in the business of his journey that he never turned his head; and his leather-legged and gauntleted form at length became to her as nothing more than a moving handpost to show her the way. Suddenly she was attracted to his individuality by observing peculiarities in his walk.
"That was myself a furze-cutter, with brambles in his hand." "No; 'twas not you. 'Twas a gentleman. You had gone in afore." "Who was he?" "I don't know." "Now tell me what happened next." "The poor lady went and knocked at your door, and the lady with black hair looked out of the side window at her." The boy's mother turned to Clym and said, "This is something you didn't expect?"
It was a gait she had seen somewhere before; and the gait revealed the man to her, as the gait of Ahimaaz in the distant plain made him known to the watchman of the king. "His walk is exactly as my husband's used to be," she said; and then the thought burst upon her that the furze-cutter was her son. She was scarcely able to familiarize herself with this strange reality.
She had been told that Clym was in the habit of cutting furze, but she had supposed that he occupied himself with the labour only at odd times, by way of useful pastime; yet she now beheld him as a furze-cutter and nothing more wearing the regulation dress of the craft, and thinking the regulation thoughts, to judge by his motions.
The furze-cutter was so absorbed in the business of his journey that he never turned his head; and his leather-legged and gauntleted form at length became to her as nothing more than a moving handpost to show her the way. Suddenly she was attracted to his individuality by observing peculiarities in his walk.
A more private way down the county could not be imagined; and as to direction, she had merely to keep her horse's head to a point a little to the right of the sun. She knew that she would light upon a furze-cutter or cottager of some sort from time to time, from whom she might correct her bearing. Though the date was comparatively recent, Egdon was much less fragmentary in character than now.
The labourer pointed out the direction, and added, "Do you see that furze-cutter, ma'am, going up that footpath yond?" Mrs. Yeobright strained her eyes, and at last said that she did perceive him. "Well, if you follow him you can make no mistake. He's going to the same place, ma'am." She followed the figure indicated.
"I am sorry to hear that your husband is ill." "He is not ill only incapacitated." "Yes: that is what I mean. I sincerely sympathize with you in your trouble. Fate has treated you cruelly." She was silent awhile. "Have you heard that he has chosen to work as a furze-cutter?" she said in a low, mournful voice. "It has been mentioned to me," answered Wildeve hesitatingly. "But I hardly believed it."
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