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It is a long, long way from here, and it was many years ago that he said it, but there I think we'll go." With this they descended out of the fair, and went onward to the village, where they obtained a night's lodging. Henchard's wife acted for the best, but she had involved herself in difficulties.
It was, in some degree, Northern insight matched against Southern doggedness the dirk against the cudgel and Henchard's weapon was one which, if it did not deal ruin at the first or second stroke, left him afterwards well-nigh at his antagonist's mercy.
But he paused for a moment, and their eyes met. Donald went up to him, for he saw in Henchard's look that he began to regret this. "Come," said Donald quietly, "a man o' your position should ken better, sir! It is tyrannical and no worthy of you." "'Tis not tyrannical!" murmured Henchard, like a sullen boy. "It is to make him remember!"
Elizabeth came out a second time into the alley, and made the best of her way home. Henchard's chiding, by begetting in her a nervous fear of doing anything definable as unladylike, had operated thus curiously in keeping them unknown to each other at a critical moment.
During five consecutive days Henchard's rush basket rode along upon his shoulder between the highway hedges, the new yellow of the rushes catching the eye of an occasional field-labourer as he glanced through the quickset, together with the wayfarer's hat and head, and down-turned face, over which the twig shadows moved in endless procession.
"And the poor folk who had to eat it whether or no," said the inharmonious man outside the window. Henchard's face darkened. There was temper under the thin bland surface the temper which, artificially intensified, had banished a wife nearly a score of years before. "You must make allowances for the accidents of a large business," he said.
The next time he came round in the other direction, his white waist-coat preceding his face, and his toes preceding his white waistcoat. That happy face Henchard's complete discomfiture lay in it. It was Newson's, who had indeed come and supplanted him. Henchard pushed to the door, and for some seconds made no other movement.
The other's is the empty waggon, and he must have been most to blame for coming on." "No; I saw it, too," said Elizabeth-Jane. "And I can assure you he couldn't help it." "You can't trust THEIR senses!" murmured Henchard's man. "Why not?" asked Henchard sharply.
But a damp having been thrown over it by these and other voices in the air, he went and countermanded his orders. The then occupier of the shop was in it when Farfrae spoke to him and feeling it necessary to give some explanation of his withdrawal from the negotiation Donald mentioned Henchard's name, and stated that the intentions of the Council had been changed.
Besides the watchman who called the hours and weather in Casterbridge that night there walked a figure up and down Corn Street hardly less frequently. It was Henchard's, whose retiring to rest had proved itself a futility as soon as attempted; and he gave it up to go hither and thither, and make inquiries about the patient every now and then.
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