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A Lurid Light Breaks in upon a Darkened Understanding 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 BloomsEnd 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?\' \'Yes, sir. Only Mr. Wildeve is twanky because \'tisn\'t a boy--that\'s what they say in the kitchen, but I was not supposed to notice that.\' \'Christian, now listen to me.\' \'Yes, sure, Mr. Yeobright.\' \'Did you see my mother the day before she died?\' \'No, I did not.\' Yeobright\'s face expressed disappointment. \'But I zeed her the morning of the same day she died.\' Clym\'s look lighted up. \'That\'s nearer still to my meaning,\' he said. \'Yes, I know \'twas the same day; for she said, \'I be going to see him, Christian; so I shall not want any vegetables brought in for dinner.\'\' \'See whom?\' \'See you. She was going to your house, you understand.\' Yeobright regarded Christian with intense surprise. \'Why did you never mention this?\' he said. \'Are you sure it was my house she was coming to?\' \'O yes. I didn\'t mention it because I\'ve never zeed you lately. And as she didn\'t get there it was all nought, and nothing to tell.\' \'And I have been wondering why she should have walked in the heath on that hot day! Well, did she say what she was coming for? It is a thing, Christian, I am very anxious to know.\' \'Yes, Mister Clym. She didn\'t say it to me, though I think she did to one here and there.\' |
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