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Updated: June 21, 2025
At the last moment of leaving Port-Bredy, Farfrae, like John Gilpin, had been detained by important customers, whom, even in the exceptional circumstances, he was not the man to neglect. Moreover, there was a convenience in Lucetta arriving first at her house.
Elizabeth saw her friend depart for Port-Bredy, and took charge of High-Place Hall till her return. After two or three days of solitude and incessant rain Henchard called at the house. He seemed disappointed to hear of Lucetta's absence and though he nodded with outward indifference he went away handling his beard with a nettled mien. The next day he called again. "Is she come now?" he asked.
He seemed not to see her. "Look here, Farfrae," he said, like one whose mind was elsewhere, "I'll go to Port-Bredy Great Market to-morrow myself. You can stay and put things right in your clothes-box, and recover strength to your knees after your vagaries." He planted on Donald an antagonistic glare that had begun as a smile. Some other townsmen came up, and Donald drew aside.
At bottom, then, Henchard was this. How terrible a contingency for a woman who should commit herself to his care. During the day she went out to the Ring and to other places, not coming in till nearly dusk. As soon as she saw Elizabeth-Jane after her return indoors she told her that she had resolved to go away from home to the seaside for a few days to Port-Bredy; Casterbridge was so gloomy.
But the Port-Bredy burgesses a mile inland had, in the course of ten centuries, responded many times to that mute appeal, with the result that the tides had invariably choked up their works with sand and shingle as soon as completed.
She turned away from Fitzpiers, and sobbed bitterly. "If you can get this posted at a place some miles away," he whispered, exhausted by the effort of writing "at Shottsford or Port-Bredy, or still better, Budmouth it will divert all suspicion from this house as the place of my refuge."
"Yes. She returned this morning," replied his stepdaughter. "But she is not indoors. She has gone for a walk along the turnpike-road to Port-Bredy. She will be home by dusk." After a few words, which only served to reveal his restless impatience, he left the house again. At this hour Lucetta was bounding along the road to Port-Bredy just as Elizabeth had announced.
"Yes I think he has told them, or else Mr. Grower has....May I leave you now? My he was detained at Port-Bredy to-day, and sent me on a few hours before him." "Then it is HIS WIFE'S life I have saved this afternoon." "Yes and he will be for ever grateful to you." "I am much obliged to him....O you false woman!" burst from Henchard. "You promised me!" "Yes, yes!
After again leaving Marlott, her home, she had got through the spring and summer without any great stress upon her physical powers, the time being mainly spent in rendering light irregular service at dairy-work near Port-Bredy to the west of the Blackmoor Valley, equally remote from her native place and from Talbothays. She preferred this to living on his allowance.
By the time the last hour of that, to Barnet, eventful year had chimed, every vestige of him had disappeared from the precincts of his native place, and the name became extinct in the borough of Port-Bredy, after having been a living force therein for more than two hundred years.
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