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Updated: June 23, 2025
He had at last found himself clear of Marygreen and Alfredston: he was out of his apprenticeship, and with his tools at his back seemed to be in the way of making a new start the start to which, barring the interruption involved in his intimacy and married experience with Arabella, he had been looking forward for about ten years.
At some time near two o'clock, when he was beginning to sleep more soundly, he was aroused by a shrill squeak that had been familiar enough to him when he lived regularly at Marygreen. It was the cry of a rabbit caught in a gin.
Sue put on a look of being offended, till she answered, "Nor has husbandom you, so far as I can see!" "But it has!" he said, shaking his head sadly. When they reached the lone cottage under the firs, between the Brown House and Marygreen, in which Jude and Arabella had lived and quarrelled, he turned to look at it. A squalid family lived there now.
The boy quickly waved a signal of assent, drew the water with what was a great effort for one of his stature, landed and emptied the big bucket into his own pair of smaller ones, and pausing a moment for breath, started with them across the patch of clammy greensward whereon the well stood nearly in the centre of the little village, or rather hamlet of Marygreen.
Jude's old and embittered aunt lay unwell at Marygreen, and on the following Sunday he went to see her a visit which was the result of a victorious struggle against his inclination to turn aside to the village of Lumsdon and obtain a miserable interview with his cousin, in which the word nearest his heart could not be spoken, and the sight which had tortured him could not be revealed.
It was night at Marygreen, and the rain of the afternoon showed no sign of abatement. About the time at which Jude and Arabella were walking the streets of Christminster homeward, the Widow Edlin crossed the green, and opened the back door of the schoolmaster's dwelling, which she often did now before bedtime, to assist Sue in putting things away.
To send my boxes to me if you would. But I suppose you won't." "Why, of course I will. What isn't he coming to fetch you to marry you from here? He won't condescend to do that?" "No I won't let him. I go to him voluntarily, just as I went away from him. We are to be married at his little church at Marygreen."
On Easter Monday morning he received a message from the Widow Edlin, whom he had directed to telegraph if anything serious happened: Your aunt is sinking. Come at once. He threw down his tools and went. Three and a half hours later he was crossing the downs about Marygreen, and presently plunged into the concave field across which the short cut was made to the village.
"Well that tale, ye know; he that was gibbeted just on the brow of the hill by the Brown House not far from the milestone between Marygreen and Alfredston, where the other road branches off. But Lord, 'twas in my grandfather's time; and it medn' have been one of your folk at all." "I know where the gibbet is said to have stood, very well," murmured Jude. "But I never heard of this.
"Oh," said the broker, seeing him look at this and the other articles in the heap, and not perceiving that the portrait was of himself: "It is a small lot of stuff that was knocked down to me at a cottage sale out on the road to Marygreen. The frame is a very useful one, if you take out the likeness. You shall have it for a shilling."
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