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Updated: May 13, 2025
"I don't understand." "I see that I must tell you all. I am sure you will treat what I say as absolutely confidential." "Certainly." "I am provisionally engaged to Mr. Jopp." "Provisionally?" She gulped. "Let me tell you my story. Mr. Jopp asked me to marry him, and I would rather do anything on earth than marry him. But how could I say 'No! with those awful eyes of his boring me through?
Badly as this man had treated her and I remember hearing that several of the jury had been unable to restrain their tears when she was in the witness-box giving her evidence there still seemed to linger some remnants of the old affection. "I am quite well, thank you, Agnes," said Vincent Jopp. "Are you wearing your liver-pad?" A frown flitted across my employer's strong face.
And yet, after all, Fate had been kind in removing her from the scene, even in custody, for she could hardly have borne to watch the proceedings. Vincent Jopp made rings round his antagonist. Hole after hole he won in his remorseless, machine-like way, until when lunch-time came at the end of the eighteenth he was ten up. All the other holes had been halved.
Henchard turned slightly and saw that the corner was Jopp, his old foreman, now employed elsewhere, to whom, though he hated him, he had gone for lodgings because Jopp was the one man in Casterbridge whose observation and opinion the fallen corn-merchant despised to the point of indifference. Henchard returned him a scarcely perceptible nod, and Jopp stopped.
He had in so far succeeded that, on the very day of the performance, Molly had declined to be driven home from the race-course by Terry, despite the fact that Terry had won the chief race and owned the only dog-cart in the West. As the day went on Fergus realised, as had Gow Johnson, that Jopp had raised a demon. The air was electric.
In the dock, the centre of men's eyes, there stood a whey- coloured, misbegotten caitiff, Duncan Jopp, on trial for his life.
"It is a thing I know nothing about," said Lucetta coldly. "But you can testify to my trustworthiness better than anybody, ma'am," said Jopp. "I was in Jersey several years, and knew you there by sight." "Indeed," she replied. "But I knew nothing of you." "I think, ma'am, that a word or two from you would secure for me what I covet very much," he persisted.
At the same time he heard a horse's hoofs, then a knock at the door, and a voice calling: "Jopp! Jopp!" He made a last desperate struggle, and shouted hoarsely. An instant later there were footsteps in the room, followed by a cry of fright and amazement. It was Gow Johnson. He had come to warn Constantine Jopp that a crowd were come to tar and feather him, and to get him away on his own horse.
He had in so far succeeded that, on the very day of the performance, Molly had declined to be driven home from the race-course by Terry, despite the fact that Terry had won the chief race and owned the only dog-cart in the West. As the day went on Fergus realised, as had Gow Johnson, that Jopp had raised a demon. The air was electric.
Hob Anster even ventured to remonstrate in the name of himself and his brethren. "To be sure he was to do his honour's bidding; and for a' that folks said about the skill and witcheries of Mother Nicneven, he would put his trust in God, and his hand on her collar, without dreadour. But she was no common spaewife, this Mother Nicneven, like Jean Jopp that lived in the Bricrie-baulk.
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