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Henchard went on: "I'd rather have your scorn, your fear, anything than your ignorance; 'tis that I hate! Your mother and I were man and wife when we were young. What you saw was our second marriage. Your mother was too honest. We had thought each other dead and Newson became her husband." This was the nearest approach Henchard could make to the full truth.
He chattered of an intimidated Government, and Dettermain and Newson; duchesses, dukes, most friendly; innumerable invitations to country castles; and among other things one which really showed him to be capable of conceiving ideas and working from an initiative.
Furthermore he pleaded within himself that no Newson could love her as he loved her, or would tend her to his life's extremity as he was prepared to do cheerfully. Thus they lived on in the shop overlooking the churchyard, and nothing occurred to mark their days during the remainder of the year.
"Did ye ever know yourself, Miss Newson?" "Never," said she. "I wonder why they did it!" "For fun, perhaps." "Perhaps it was not for fun. It might have been that they thought they would like us to stay waiting there, talking to one another? Ay, well! I hope you Casterbridge folk will not forget me if I go." "That I'm sure we won't!" she said earnestly. "I wish you wouldn't go at all."
Not that I think Fortune has abandoned us: but a sagacious schemer will not leave everything to the worthy Dame. I should have driven to her yesterday, if I had not heard from Dettermain and Newson that there was a hint of a negotiation for a compromise. Government is fairly frightened. He mused.
It must have been soon after their first meeting that FitzGerald wrote to Fletcher senior, Posh's father: "MARKETHILL, WOODBRIDGE, "March 1. "Your little boy Posh came here yesterday, and is going to-morrow with Newson to Felixtow Ferry, for a day or two. "In case he is wanted at Lowestoft to attend a Summons, or for any other purpose, please to write him a line, directing to him at
"And it's you, Miss Newson? and I've been looking for ye everywhere!" he said, overcoming a sadness imparted by the estrangement with the corn-merchant. "May I walk on with you as far as your street-corner?" She thought there might be something wrong in this, but did not utter any objection.
"She was here at that time," resumed Mrs. Newson, making a step as if to draw nearer. "Don't speak to her it isn't respectable!" urged the other. "I will just say a word you, Elizabeth-Jane, can stay here." The girl was not loth, and turned to some stalls of coloured prints while her mother went forward. The old woman begged for the latter's custom as soon as she saw her, and responded to Mrs.
According to Posh, the original name of this schooner was the Shamrock, but she has become famous as the Scandal. It happened that when the Fletchers were at Harwich in search of the stolen punt, Edward FitzGerald had come down the river, and Newson made his two Lowestoft friends known to his master.
A winnowing machine stood close beside her, and to relieve her suspense she gently moved the handle; whereupon a cloud of wheat husks flew out into her face, and covered her clothes and bonnet, and stuck into the fur of her victorine. He must have heard the slight movement for he looked up, and then ascended the steps. "Ah it's Miss Newson," he said as soon as he could see into the granary.
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