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Updated: June 17, 2025
"Exactly seem foolish-like; and that's very bad for the poor things that be so, though I only guess as much, to be sure," said Grandfer Cantle, still strenuously preserving a sensible bearing and mien. "Ah, well, I was at church that day," said Fairway, "which was a very curious thing to happen." "If 'twasn't my name's Simple," said the Grandfer emphatically.
Her grandfather, standing high on the oak chest, so that his bonnet brushed the beams of the dark ceiling, quavered at her: 'Would she not bring down this Crummock, whose wall hath formed a dam so that my land-space is now a stream and my house-floor a frog pond? She answered, 'Aye, grandfer, and went on with her mopping.
I have altered for the better, haven't I, hey?" said Grandfer Cantle, rising and placing himself something above half a foot from Clym's eye, to induce the most searching criticism.
"O ay!" replied the guests, in the hearty tones natural when the words demanded by politeness coincide with those of deepest feeling. "There isn't a prettier drink under the sun." "I'll take my oath there isn't," added Grandfer Cantle. "All that can be said against mead is that 'tis rather heady, and apt to lie about a man a good while. But tomorrow's Sunday, thank God."
A faint beat of half-seconds conjured up Thomasin rocking the cradle, a wavering hum meant that she was singing the baby to sleep, a crunching of sand as between millstones raised the picture of Humphrey's, Fairway's, or Sam's heavy feet crossing the stone floor of the kitchen; a light boyish step, and a gay tune in a high key, betokened a visit from Grandfer Cantle; a sudden break-off in the Grandfer's utterances implied the application to his lips of a mug of small beer, a bustling and slamming of doors meant starting to go to market; for Thomasin, in spite of her added scope of gentility, led a ludicrously narrow life, to the end that she might save every possible pound for her little daughter.
"Ten minutes past by Blooms-End." "It wants ten minutes to, by Grandfer Cantle's watch." "And 'tis five minutes past by the captain's clock." On Egdon there was no absolute hour of the day.
"As any friend would," said Grandfer Cantle, the other listeners expressing the same accord by the shorter way of nodding their heads. "No sooner was Andrey asleep and the first whiff of neighbour Yeobright's wind had got inside Andrey's clarinet than everyone in church feeled in a moment there was a great soul among 'em.
Thomasin, as she had expected, was not visible, and Eustacia recollected that a light had shone from an upper window when they were outside the window, probably, of Thomasin's room. A nose, chin, hands, knees, and toes projected from the seat within the chimney opening, which members she found to unite in the person of Grandfer Cantle, Mrs.
What do ye say," continued Fairway in brisker tones, and turning upon them as if the idea had not been Grandfer Cantle's "what do you say to giving the new man and wife a bit of a song to-night afore we go to bed being their wedding-day? When folks are just married 'tis as well to look glad o't, since looking sorry won't unjoin 'em.
"Ten minutes past by Blooms-End." "It wants ten minutes to, by Grandfer Cantle's watch." "And 'tis five minutes past by the captain's clock." On Egdon there was no absolute hour of the day.
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