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“
She
sinned
against
you
,
I
think
.
”
“
No
,
she
did
not
.
I
committed
the
guilt
;
and
may
the
whole
burden
be
upon
my
head
!
”
“
I
think
you
might
consider
twice
before
you
say
that
,
”
Eustacia
replied
.
“
Single
men
have
,
no
doubt
,
a
right
to
curse
themselves
as
much
as
they
please
;
but
men
with
wives
involve
two
in
the
doom
they
pray
down
.
”
“
I
am
in
too
sorry
a
state
to
understand
what
you
are
refining
on
,
”
said
the
wretched
man
.
“
Day
and
night
shout
at
me
,
’
You
have
helped
to
kill
her
.
’
But
in
loathing
myself
I
may
,
I
own
,
be
unjust
to
you
,
my
poor
wife
.
Forgive
me
for
it
,
Eustacia
,
for
I
scarcely
know
what
I
do
.
”
Eustacia
was
always
anxious
to
avoid
the
sight
of
her
husband
in
such
a
state
as
this
,
which
had
become
as
dreadful
to
her
as
the
trial
scene
was
to
Judas
Iscariot
.
It
brought
before
her
eyes
the
spectre
of
a
worn
-
out
woman
knocking
at
a
door
which
she
would
not
open
;
and
she
shrank
from
contemplating
it
.
Yet
it
was
better
for
Yeobright
himself
when
he
spoke
openly
of
his
sharp
regret
,
for
in
silence
he
endured
infinitely
more
,
and
would
sometimes
remain
so
long
in
a
tense
,
brooding
mood
,
consuming
himself
by
the
gnawing
of
his
thought
,
that
it
was
imperatively
necessary
to
make
him
talk
aloud
,
that
his
grief
might
in
some
degree
expend
itself
in
the
effort
.
Eustacia
had
not
been
long
indoors
after
her
look
at
the
moonlight
when
a
soft
footstep
came
up
to
the
house
,
and
Thomasin
was
announced
by
the
woman
downstairs
.
“
Ah
,
Thomasin
!
Thank
you
for
coming
tonight
,
”
said
Clym
when
she
entered
the
room
.
“
Here
am
I
,
you
see
.
Such
a
wretched
spectacle
am
I
,
that
I
shrink
from
being
seen
by
a
single
friend
,
and
almost
from
you
.
”
“
You
must
not
shrink
from
me
,
dear
Clym
,
”
said
Thomasin
earnestly
,
in
that
sweet
voice
of
hers
which
came
to
a
sufferer
like
fresh
air
into
a
Black
Hole
.
“
Nothing
in
you
can
ever
shock
me
or
drive
me
away
.
I
have
been
here
before
,
but
you
don
’
t
remember
it
.
”
“
Yes
,
I
do
;
I
am
not
delirious
,
Thomasin
,
nor
have
I
been
so
at
all
.
Don
’
t
you
believe
that
if
they
say
so
.
I
am
only
in
great
misery
at
what
I
have
done
,
and
that
,
with
the
weakness
,
makes
me
seem
mad
.
But
it
has
not
upset
my
reason
.
Do
you
think
I
should
remember
all
about
my
mother
’
s
death
if
I
were
out
of
my
mind
?
No
such
good
luck
.
Two
months
and
a
half
,
Thomasin
,
the
last
of
her
life
,
did
my
poor
mother
live
alone
,
distracted
and
mourning
because
of
me
;
yet
she
was
unvisited
by
me
,
though
I
was
living
only
six
miles
off
.
Two
months
and
a
half
—
seventy
-
five
days
did
the
sun
rise
and
set
upon
her
in
that
deserted
state
which
a
dog
didn
’
t
deserve
!
Poor
people
who
had
nothing
in
common
with
her
would
have
cared
for
her
,
and
visited
her
had
they
known
her
sickness
and
loneliness
;
but
I
,
who
should
have
been
all
to
her
,
stayed
away
like
a
cur
.
If
there
is
any
justice
in
God
let
Him
kill
me
now
.
He
has
nearly
blinded
me
,
but
that
is
not
enough
.
If
He
would
only
strike
me
with
more
pain
I
would
believe
in
Him
forever
!
”
