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He speedily plunged himself into toilet operations, pulled a suit of cloth clothes from a box, and in about twenty minutes stood before the van-lantern as a reddleman in nothing but his face, the vermilion shades of which were not to be removed in a day. Closing the door and fastening it with a padlock, Venn set off towards Blooms-End.
This was the obscure, removed spot to which was about to return a man whose latter life had been passed in the French capital the centre and vortex of the fashionable world. The People at Blooms-End Make Ready All that afternoon the expected arrival of the subject of Eustacia's ruminations created a bustle of preparation at Blooms-End.
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.
Were Eustacia still at Mistover the very least he expected was that she would send him back a reply tonight by the same hand; though, to leave all to her inclination, he had cautioned Fairway not to ask for an answer. If one were handed to him he was to bring it immediately; if not, he was to go straight home without troubling to come round to Blooms-End again that night.
Yeobright at Blooms-End another conversation on the same subject was languidly proceeding at Alderworth. All the day Clym had borne himself as if his mind were too full of its own matter to allow him to care about outward things, and his words now showed what had occupied his thoughts. It was just after the mysterious knocking that he began the theme.
Any person who had known the circumstances might have perceived that Wildeve was mortified by the discovery that the matter in transit was money, and not, as he had supposed when at Blooms-End, some fancy nick-nack which only interested the two women themselves. Mrs.
Readers can therefore choose between the endings, and those with an austere artistic code can assume the more consistent conclusion to be the true one. 4 Cheerfulness Again Asserts Itself at Blooms-End, and Clym Finds His Vocation
He picked up his leggings and gloves, threw them down again, and added, "As dinner will be so late today I will not go back to the heath, but work in the garden till the evening, and then, when it will be cooler, I will walk to Blooms-End. I am quite sure that if I make a little advance mother will be willing to forget all.
She waved her hand in the direction of Blooms-End. "I am going to meet my husband. I think I may possibly have got into trouble whilst you were with me today." "How could that be?" "By not letting in Mrs. Yeobright." "I hope that visit of mine did you no harm." "None. It was not your fault," she said quietly.
"You will write to her in a day or two?" said the young woman earnestly. "I do so hope the wretched separation may come to an end." "I will," said Clym; "I don't rejoice in my present state at all." And he left her and climbed over the hill to Blooms-End. Before going to bed he sat down and wrote the following letter:
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