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“
If
he
were
only
to
die
—
”
Wildeve
murmured
.
“
Do
not
think
of
it
!
I
would
not
buy
hope
of
immunity
by
so
cowardly
a
desire
even
if
I
hated
him
.
Now
I
am
going
up
to
him
again
.
Thomasin
bade
me
tell
you
she
would
be
down
in
a
few
minutes
.
Good
-
bye
.
”
She
returned
,
and
Thomasin
soon
appeared
.
When
she
was
seated
in
the
gig
with
her
husband
,
and
the
horse
was
turning
to
go
off
,
Wildeve
lifted
his
eyes
to
the
bedroom
windows
.
Looking
from
one
of
them
he
could
discern
a
pale
,
tragic
face
watching
him
drive
away
.
It
was
Eustacia
’
s
.
Clym
’
s
grief
became
mitigated
by
wearing
itself
out
.
His
strength
returned
,
and
a
month
after
the
visit
of
Thomasin
he
might
have
been
seen
walking
about
the
garden
.
Endurance
and
despair
,
equanimity
and
gloom
,
the
tints
of
health
and
the
pallor
of
death
,
mingled
weirdly
in
his
face
.
He
was
now
unnaturally
silent
upon
all
of
the
past
that
related
to
his
mother
;
and
though
Eustacia
knew
that
he
was
thinking
of
it
none
the
less
,
she
was
only
too
glad
to
escape
the
topic
ever
to
bring
it
up
anew
.
When
his
mind
had
been
weaker
his
heart
had
led
him
to
speak
out
;
but
reason
having
now
somewhat
recovered
itself
he
sank
into
taciturnity
.
One
evening
when
he
was
thus
standing
in
the
garden
,
abstractedly
spudding
up
a
weed
with
his
stick
,
a
bony
figure
turned
the
corner
of
the
house
and
came
up
to
him
.
“
Christian
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
said
Clym
.
“
I
am
glad
you
have
found
me
out
.
I
shall
soon
want
you
to
go
to
Blooms
-
End
and
assist
me
in
putting
the
house
in
order
.
I
suppose
it
is
all
locked
up
as
I
left
it
?
”
“
Yes
,
Mister
Clym
.
”
“
Have
you
dug
up
the
potatoes
and
other
roots
?
”
“
Yes
,
without
a
drop
o
’
rain
,
thank
God
.
But
I
was
coming
to
tell
’
ee
of
something
else
which
is
quite
different
from
what
we
have
lately
had
in
the
family
.
I
am
sent
by
the
rich
gentleman
at
the
Woman
,
that
we
used
to
call
the
landlord
,
to
tell
’
ee
that
Mrs
.
Wildeve
is
doing
well
of
a
girl
,
which
was
born
punctually
at
one
o
’
clock
at
noon
,
or
a
few
minutes
more
or
less
;
and
’
tis
said
that
expecting
of
this
increase
is
what
have
kept
’
em
there
since
they
came
into
their
money
.
”
“
And
she
is
getting
on
well
,
you
say
?
”
