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Diggory withdrew with an emphatic step, Wildeve's eye passing over his form in withering derision, as if he were no more than a heath-cropper. When the reddleman's figure could no longer be seen, Wildeve himself descended and plunged into the rayless hollow of the vale. To lose the two women he who had been the well-beloved of both was too ironical an issue to be endured.
Yeobright in the reclining figure, nor Clym as one of the standers-by till she came close. Then she quickly pressed her hand upon Wildeve's arm and signified to him to come back from the open side of the shed into the shadow. "It is my husband and his mother," she whispered in an agitated voice. "What can it mean? Will you step forward and tell me?"
He had nipped in the bud the possible meeting between Eustacia and her old lover this very night. But he had not anticipated that the tendency of his action would be to divert Wildeve's movement rather than to stop it. The gambling with the guineas had not conduced to make him a welcome guest to Clym; but to call upon his wife's relative was natural, and he was determined to see Eustacia.
"Had he been a man to bear a jilt ill-will he would have told me of his good fortune in crowing tones; instead of doing that he mentioned not a word, in deference to my misfortunes, and merely implied that he loved me still, as one superior to him." Wildeve's silence that day on what had happened to him was just the kind of behaviour calculated to make an impression on such a woman.
But there was no reply to Wildeve's shout, save a mournful whining from the herons which were nesting lower down the vale. Both men looked blankly round without rising. As their eyes grew accustomed to the darkness they perceived faint greenish points of light among the grass and fern. These lights dotted the hillside like stars of a low magnitude. "Ah glowworms," said Wildeve. "Wait a minute.
Wildeve's were a hundred miles apart instead of four or five." "Then there WAS an understanding between him and Clym's wife when he made a fool of Thomasin!" "We'll hope there's no understanding now." "And our hope will probably be very vain. O Clym! O Thomasin!" "There's no harm done yet. In fact, I've persuaded Wildeve to mind his own business." "How?"
"I can't stay a minute, thank ye," he answered to her greeting. "I am driving to East Egdon; but I came round here just to tell you the news. Perhaps you have heard about Mr. Wildeve's fortune?" "No," said Eustacia blankly.
Eustacia felt little less extravagantly about the place; but she would not sink her independence to get there. When Diggory Venn had gone quite away, Eustacia walked to the bank and looked down the wild and picturesque vale towards the sun, which was also in the direction of Wildeve's.
The contrast between the sleeper's appearance and Wildeve's at this moment was painfully apparent to Eustacia, Wildeve being elegantly dressed in a new summer suit and light hat; and she continued: "Ah! you don't know how differently he appeared when I first met him, though it is such a little while ago. His hands were as white and soft as mine; and look at them now, how rough and brown they are!
Yeobright in the reclining figure, nor Clym as one of the standers-by till she came close. Then she quickly pressed her hand up on Wildeve's arm and signified to him to come back from the open side of the shed into the shadow. "It is my husband and his mother," she whispered in an agitated voice. "What can it mean? Will you step forward and tell me?"
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