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Come secretly with me to Bristol, marry me, and turn our backs upon this dog-hole of England for ever? Say Yes." "I want to get away from here at almost any cost," she said with weariness, "but I don't like to go with you. Give me more time to decide." "I have already," said Wildeve. "Well, I give you one more week." "A little longer, so that I may tell you decisively.
Wildeve cooled down from his state of high indignation to a restless dissatisfaction with himself, the scene, the constable's wife, and the whole set of circumstances. He arose and left the house.
Searching about with the lantern, he found a large flat stone, which he placed between himself and Christian, and sat down again. The lantern was opened to give more light, and it's rays directed upon the stone. Christian put down a shilling, Wildeve another, and each threw. Christian won. They played for two, Christian won again. "Let us try four," said Wildeve. They played for four.
But the next moment a strawmote would have knocked me down, for I called to mind that if thy father and mother had had high words once, they'd been at it twenty times since they'd been man and wife, and I zid myself as the next poor stunpoll to get into the same mess... Ah well, what a day 'twas!" "Wildeve is older than Tamsin Yeobright by a goodfew summers. A pretty maid too she is.
In Eustacia's eyes, too, it was an ample sum one sufficient to supply those wants of hers which had been stigmatized by Clym in his more austere moods as vain and luxurious. Though she was no lover of money she loved what money could bring; and the new accessories she imagined around him clothed Wildeve with a great deal of interest.
He looked anxiously towards Fairway. "Where are you going?" Wildeve asked. "To Mistover Knap. I have to see Mrs. Thomasin there that's all." "I am going there, too, to fetch Mrs. Wildeve. We can walk together." Wildeve became lost in thought, and a look of inward illumination came into his eyes. It was money for his wife that Mrs. Yeobright could not trust him with.
When Wildeve reached this point a report startled his ear, and a few spent gunshots fell among the leaves around him. There was no doubt that he himself was the cause of that gun's discharge; and he rushed into the clump of hollies, beating the bushes furiously with his stick; but nobody was there.
Clym Yeobright was not at home. Since the Christmas party he had gone on a few days' visit to a friend about ten miles off. The shadowy form seen by Venn to part from Wildeve in the porch, and quickly withdraw into the house, was Thomasin's. On entering she threw down a cloak which had been carelessly wrapped round her, and came forward to the light, where Mrs.
"Certainly, dear," said Wildeve, "if your aunt will excuse us." He led her into an adjoining room, leaving Mrs. Yeobright by the fire. As soon as they were alone, and the door closed, Thomasin said, turning up her pale, tearful face to him, "It is killing me, this, Damon! I did not mean to part from you in anger at Anglebury this morning; but I was frightened, and hardly knew what I said.
Wildeve had been brooding ever since they started on the mean estimation in which he was held by his wife's friends; and it cut his heart severely. As the minutes passed he had gradually drifted into a revengeful intention without knowing the precise moment of forming it. This was to teach Mrs.
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