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"Take the baby, please, Mrs. Wildeve," he said hastily. "Run home with her, call the stable lad, and make him send down to me any men who may be living near. Somebody has fallen into the weir." Thomasin took the child and ran. When she came to the covered car the horse, though fresh from the stable, was standing perfectly still, as if conscious of misfortune.
"You need think no such thing," said she drily. "It is simply that I, in common with the rest of the world, feel that there are certain things which had better be done by certain people than by others." "As you like, as you like," said Wildeve laconically. "It is not worth arguing about.
"But what's the meaning of it all?" demanded Mrs. Yeobright haughtily. "Take a seat," said Wildeve, placing chairs for the two women. "Well, it was a very stupid mistake, but such mistakes will happen. The license was useless at Anglebury. It was made out for Budmouth, but as I didn't read it I wasn't aware of that." "But you had been staying at Anglebury?" "No.
They sat down to the repeated meal, and he went on in a low, anxious voice, apparently imagining that Thomasin had not yet come downstairs, "What's this I have heard about Thomasin and Mr. Wildeve?" "It is true in many points," said Mrs. Yeobright quietly; "but it is all right now, I hope." She looked at the clock. "True?" "Thomasin is gone to him today." Clym pushed away his breakfast.
However, he says that when people are living upon their capital they must keep down current expenses by turning a penny where they can." "The fates have not been kind to you, Eustacia Yeobright." "I have nothing to thank them for." "Nor has he except for their one great gift to him." "What's that?" Wildeve looked her in the eyes. Eustacia blushed for the first time that day.
By this time she had taken him to the back door, which was open, disclosing a path leading down the garden. "Now, one word, Damon," she remarked as he stepped forth. "This is your first visit here; let it be your last. We have been hot lovers in our time, but it won't do now. Good-bye." "Good-bye," said Wildeve. "I have had all I came for, and I am satisfied." "What was it?" "A sight of you.
Wildeve had died intestate, and she and the child were his only relatives. When administration had been granted, all the debts paid, and the residue of her husband's uncle's property had come into her hands, it was found that the sum waiting to be invested for her own and the child's benefit was little less than ten thousand pounds. Where should she live? The obvious place was Blooms-End.
The story of the deaths of Eustacia and Wildeve was told throughout Egdon, and far beyond, for many weeks and months. All the known incidents of their love were enlarged, distorted, touched up, and modified, till the original reality bore but a slight resemblance to the counterfeit presentation by surrounding tongues. Yet, upon the whole, neither the man nor the woman lost dignity by sudden death.
Wildeve had just thrown, but had not lifted the box to see what he had cast; and now it was impossible. "What the infernal!" he shrieked. "Now, what shall we do? Perhaps I have thrown six have you any matches?" "None," said Venn. "Christian had some I wonder where he is. Christian!"
Was it really possible that her interest in Wildeve had been so entirely the result of antagonism that the glory and the dream departed from the man with the first sound that he was no longer coveted by her rival? She was, then, secure of him at last. Thomasin no longer required him. What a humiliating victory!
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