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The time of the riding world was over the pedestrian world held sway Henchard, the Mayor, at the end of the table, a facing ye; and that's the Council men right and left Seeing this the Mayor took his hat, and when the waiter had helped him on with a thin holland overcoat, went out and stood under the portico "And well do I--for I was getting up husband-high at that time--one-half girl, and t'other half woman, as one may say He was quite a new type of person to her The more interesting that her appearance and manners became under the softening influences which she could now command, and in her wisdom did command, the more she seemed to estrange him When the Scotchman sang his voice had reached Henchard's ears through the heartshaped holes in the window-shutters, and had led him to pause outside them a long while
"Do you wish this change so very much, sir?" she asked By such conversation he discovered the circumstances which had enveloped his wife and her child in such total obscurity that he had long ago believed them to be in their graves" "'Od damn it," cried Henchard, "what's all the world! I like a fellow to talk to Don't curse me Mike--think of how I was situated The poor woman smiled faintly; she did not enjoy pleasantries on a situation into which she had entered solely for the sake of her girl's reputation A sailor came in and bid five guineas, and paid the money, and led her away It is a long, long way from here, and it was many years ago that he said it, but there I think we'll go I must tell you something,"" she said"Elizabeth turned the handle; and there stood before her, bending over some sample-bags on a table, not the cornmerchant, but the young Scotchman Mr Casterbridge, being as it were the bell-board on which all the adjacent hamlets and villages sounded their notes, was decidedly dull The attitude had been so full of abandonment that she bounded up like a spring on hearing the door open
But--but-- She could not finish the sentence, which was, naturally, that if Henchard had such a rooted dislike for the girl as now seemed to be the case, Elizabeth-Jane would have to be got rid of--a disagreeable necessity Henchard had frequently met this man about the streets, observed that his clothing spoke of neediness, heard that he lived in Mixen Lane--a back slum of the town, the pis aller of Casterbridge domiciliation-itself almost a proof that a man had reached a stage when he would not stick at trifles I am now on my way to Bristol, to see my only relative" "Now then--'An agreement entered into this sixteenth day of October'--write that first Indeed, father, it is "The way ye are going Well, the woman will be better off, said another of a more deliberative turn
"Do you wish this change so very much, sir?" she asked By such conversation he discovered the circumstances which had enveloped his wife and her child in such total obscurity that he had long ago believed them to be in their graves" "'Od damn it," cried Henchard, "what's all the world! I like a fellow to talk to Don't curse me Mike--think of how I was situated The poor woman smiled faintly; she did not enjoy pleasantries on a situation into which she had entered solely for the sake of her girl's reputation A sailor came in and bid five guineas, and paid the money, and led her away It is a long, long way from here, and it was many years ago that he said it, but there I think we'll go I must tell you something,"" she said"Elizabeth turned the handle; and there stood before her, bending over some sample-bags on a table, not the cornmerchant, but the young Scotchman Mr Casterbridge, being as it were the bell-board on which all the adjacent hamlets and villages sounded their notes, was decidedly dull The attitude had been so full of abandonment that she bounded up like a spring on hearing the door open
But--but-- She could not finish the sentence, which was, naturally, that if Henchard had such a rooted dislike for the girl as now seemed to be the case, Elizabeth-Jane would have to be got rid of--a disagreeable necessity Henchard had frequently met this man about the streets, observed that his clothing spoke of neediness, heard that he lived in Mixen Lane--a back slum of the town, the pis aller of Casterbridge domiciliation-itself almost a proof that a man had reached a stage when he would not stick at trifles I am now on my way to Bristol, to see my only relative" "Now then--'An agreement entered into this sixteenth day of October'--write that first Indeed, father, it is "The way ye are going Well, the woman will be better off, said another of a more deliberative turn