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A lady of the name of Templeman, I believe, sir, said his informant She thought there might be something wrong in this, but did not utter any objection He looked over the fertile country that stretched beneath them, then backward along the shaded walk reaching to the top of the town " It is odd,"" said Henchard, ""that two men should meet as we have done on a purely business ground, and that at the end of the first day I should wish to speak to 'ee on a family matter" Though he was not a fortunehunter, the possibility that Lucetta had been sublimed into a lady of means by some munificent testament on the part of this relative lent a charm to her image which it might not otherwise have acquired In the meantime Elizabeth had reached the inn

But one kind of appointment--in itself the most common of any--seldom had place in the Amphitheatre: that of happy lovers Well, well, have your own way, he replied Certainly Henchard, the Mayor, at the end of the table, a facing ye; and that's the Council men right and left As her mother did not reply Elizabeth-Jane's mind reverted to the words of the waiter, that the Three Mariners was an inn of moderate charges Upon the face of this he clinked down the shillings severally--one, two, three, four, five Henchard's death, as she had learnt them from the nurse

During those moments Henchard had determined to follow up Lucetta notwithstanding her elusiveness, and he knocked for admission In a moment she appeared She bowed her head with absolute indifference Their faces radiated tropical warmth; for though when at home their countenances varied with the seasons, their market-faces all the year round were glowing little fires "I don't know I wish somebody would, said she firmly Yes, what did she say?" Twenty years ago or thereabout I was selling of furmity in a tent at Weydon Fair---- She went to Elizabeth-Jane, whom she found sewing in her own sitting-room upstairs, and told her what had been proposed about her surname The old crude viva voce system of Henchard, in which everything depended upon his memory, and bargains were made by the tongue alone, was swept away