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Desperate Remedies by Thomas Hardy XI. THE EVENTS OF FIVE DAYSChapter 3. DECEMBER THE SECOND. AFTERNOON
When Mr. Springrove came from the door of the Rising Sun at the end of the inquiry, Manston walked by his side as far as the stile to the park, a distance of about a stone's-throw.
'Ah, Mr. Springrove, this is a sad affair for everybody concerned.'
'Everybody,' said the old farmer, with deep sadness, ''tis quite a misery to me. I hardly know how I shall live through each day as it breaks. I think of the words, "In the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning! for the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see."' His voice became broken.
'Ah--true. I read Deuteronomy myself,' said Manston.
'But my loss is as nothing to yours,' the farmer continued.
'Nothing; but I can commiserate you. I should be worse than unfeeling if I didn't, although my own affliction is of so sad and solemn a kind. Indeed my own loss makes me more keenly alive to yours, different in nature as it is.'
'What sum do you think would be required of me to put the houses in place again?'
'I have roughly thought six or seven hundred pounds.'
'If the letter of the law is to be acted up to,' said the old man, with more agitation in his voice.
'Yes, exactly.'
'Do you know enough of Miss Aldclyffe's mind to give me an idea of how she means to treat me?'
'Well, I am afraid I must tell you that though I know very little of her mind as a rule, in this matter I believe she will be rather peremptory; she might share to the extent of a sixth or an eighth perhaps, in consideration of her getting new lamps for old, but I should hardly think more.'
The steward stepped upon the stile, and Mr. Springrove went along the road with a bowed head and heavy footsteps towards his niece's cottage, in which, rather against the wish of Edward, they had temporarily taken refuge.
The additional weight of this knowledge soon made itself perceptible. Though indoors with Edward or Adelaide nearly the whole of the afternoon, nothing more than monosyllabic replies could be drawn from him. Edward continually discovered him looking fixedly at the wall or floor, quite unconscious of another's presence. At supper he ate just as usual, but quite mechanically, and with the same abstraction.
The Classical Library, This HTML edition copyright 2000.
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