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I'll tell ye what--I won't sell her for less than five, said the husband, bringing down his fist so that the basins danced The machine was painted in bright hues of green, yellow, and red, and it resembled as a whole a compound of hornet, grasshopper, and shrimp, magnified enormously I did it for the man; and then he had more and more; till at last he quarrelled with his wife, and offered to sell her to the highest bidder "Very well, sir That the man and woman were husband and wife, and the parents of the girl in arms there could be little doubt "You hear, Susan?--I don't drink now--I haven't since that night The quivering of the partition to its core presented denoted that Donald Farfrae had again rung his bell, no doubt to have his supper removed; for humming a tune, and walking up and down, he seemed to be attracted by the lively bursts of conversation and melody from the general company below

She did not read it at once, asking Elizabeth to describe her reception, and the very words Mr Good-night, my Elizabeth-Jane!" But if ye'll believe words, that man, Christopher Coney, went and dug 'em up, and spent 'em at the Three Mariners The lamplights now glimmered through the engirdling trees, conveying a sense of great smugness and comfort inside, and rendering at the same time the unlighted country without strangely solitary and vacant in aspect, considering its nearness to life She could not go out of doors any more The last to leave was a round-shouldered, blinking young man of nineteen or twenty, whose mouth fell ajar on the slightest provocation, seemingly because there was no chin to support it "They can blare their trumpets and thump their drums, and have their roaring dinners"--waving her hand towards a point further along the street, where the brass band could be seen standing in front of an illuminated building--"but we must needs be put-to for want of a wholesome crust

Elizabeth-Jane shook her head The young man's hand remained steady in Henchard's for a moment or two In the meadow where Henchard now walked the mob were wont to gather whenever an execution took place, and there to the tune of the roaring weir they stood and watched the spectacle "I'm going to another country, and curing bad corn is not the line I'll take up there The interruption was sufficient to compel the Mayor to notice it Don't be a no'thern simpleton!"" said Henchard drily" And when some of the women were a-walking home they said, 'He's a diment--he's a chap o' wax--he's the best--he's the horse for my money,' says they Yet, as it stands, I must bitterly disappoint one of these women; and it is the second And you are off soon, I suppose? said Henchard upwards "But the machines are already very common in the East and North of England," he added apologetically