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She was expecting Thomasin, who had written the night before to state that the time had come when she would wish to have the money and that she would if possible call this day. Yet Thomasin occupied Mrs. Yeobright's thoughts but slightly as she looked up the valley of the heath, alive with butterflies, and with grasshoppers whose husky noises on every side formed a whispered chorus.
I have to consider so many things. Fancy Thomasin being anxious to get rid of you! I cannot forget it." "Never mind that. Say Monday week. I will be here precisely at this time." "Let it be at Rainbarrow," said she. "This is too near home; my grandfather may be walking out." "Thank you, dear. On Monday week at this time I will be at the Barrow. Till then good-bye." "Good-bye.
I know why, certainly. He is beneath you, and you are ashamed." "You are mistaken. What do you mean?" The reddleman had decided to play the card of truth. "I was at the meeting by Rainbarrow last night and heard every word," he said. "The woman that stands between Wildeve and Thomasin is yourself." It was a disconcerting lift of the curtain, and the mortification of Candaules' wife glowed in her.
Eustacia was not one to commit herself to such a position without good ground. He said quietly, "No." "Not even on the shoulders of Thomasin?" "Thomasin is a pleasing and innocent woman." "That's nothing to do with it," she cried with quick passionateness. "We will leave her out; there are only you and me now to think of."
Clym tried to imagine Venn's choice for a moment; but ceasing to be interested in the question he went on again with his gardening. No clearing up of the mystery was granted her for some time. But one afternoon Thomasin was upstairs getting ready for a walk, when she had occasion to come to the landing and call "Rachel."
"Yes," Thomasin murmured, "and I suppose I seem so now....Damon, what do you mean to do about me?" "Do about you?" "Yes. Those who don't like you whisper things which at moments make me doubt you. We mean to marry, I suppose, don't we?" "Of course we do. We have only to go to Budmouth on Monday, and we marry at once." "Then do let us go! O Damon, what you make me say!"
But Thomasin's former brightness made shadow of that which in a sombre atmosphere was light itself. The spring came and calmed her; the summer came and soothed her; the autumn arrived, and she began to be comforted, for her little girl was strong and happy, growing in size and knowledge every day. Outward events flattered Thomasin not a little.
When Wildeve returned, a quarter of an hour later, Thomasin said simply, and in the abashed manner usual with her now, "Where is the horse, Damon?" "O, I have not bought it, after all. The man asks too much." "But somebody saw you at Throope Corner leading it home a beauty, with a white face and a mane as black as night." "Ah!" said Wildeve, fixing his eyes upon her; "who told you that?"
All the effect that her remark had upon him was a resolve to chain himself more closely than ever to his books, so as to be the sooner enabled to appeal to substantial results from another course in arguing against her whim. Next day the mystery of the guineas was explained. Thomasin paid them a hurried visit, and Clym's share was delivered up to him by her own hands.
The man who had begun by being merely her amusement, and would never have been more than her hobby but for his skill in deserting her at the right moments, was now again her desire. Cessation in his love-making had revivified her love. Such feeling as Eustacia had idly given to Wildeve was dammed into a flood by Thomasin. She had used to tease Wildeve, but that was before another had favoured him.
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