Chapter 5 Chapter 4: Stop and Collect Taxes

They walked and walked, and kept going down the mountain. Every step they took seemed to exceed the distance they could go.The brambles scraped and rustled their skirts, and their shoulders were continually brushed by the ferns, which, though dry, stood upright as when they were alive, This is because although the winter season has come, the weather is still not sharp enough to freeze them down.Two women walking alone in this gloomy place with no one to look after them might well be called rash and incautious.These overgrown hideaways, however, were a familiar sight to Ollie and Mrs. Yeobright; like a gray tinge added to the face of a familiar friend, without being frightening.

Tansy finally married him.Ollie said that now the slope is gradually slowing down, and they don't need to pay much attention to their steps. Mrs. Yeobright replied slowly, yes, finally married him. You will miss her very much. She lives with you all the time, just like your daughter. I really miss her. Although Ollie was not tactful enough to know whether her words were appropriate, her simplicity prevented others from taking offense at her questions.If someone else asked the same question, it would definitely cause discomfort, but she would not cause others to take offense.Mrs. Yeobright acquiesced, though she felt that the question had again made her very sad.

It surprises me to hear that you have consented to the marriage, madam, indeed.The broomstick woman continued. Ollie, last year at this time, I was much more surprised by this than you were.There are many things involved in that marriage.Even if I want to say, I can't tell you all of them. I personally don't think he is too dutiful to be married to your family.What is it to open an inn?But he's smart, that's true, and people say he was once a Mr. Engineer, and he's been down and out because of being so absurd. I understand all that, but it's better for her to marry whomever she wishes.

Poor little thing, no doubt it was Providence that her feelings led her to do so.Well, they can call him what they want to call him, and besides the inn, he has a few acres of cleared moor, and some moor horses, and he behaves like a gentleman.Alas, splashing water is hard to get back! That's the reason, said Mrs. Yeobright, look, there's a cart road at last.Now we walk more smoothly. The subject of marriage was not pursued; in a short while a looming fork in the road was reached, and the two parted, Ollie begging her companion to speak to Mr. Wildford that he had not yet To give that bottle of wine to her sick husband, whom he had promised at the wedding.The Broommaker took the lane to the left, which went over a ridge to her house, while Mrs. Yeobright took the straight cart road, which came to the junction of the main roads. It was a lady's shop, and she guessed that her niece had already returned to the shop after her wedding with Wilderf in Cape Fort that day.

She came first to what was called the Wildford Field, a piece of land that had been bought from the heath and worked over years and years to make it a field.He who found it arable land died working it; he who inherited it ruined his family by trying to make it fertile.Wildoff is like Amerigo.Vespucci [Note: Italian merchant and navigator, confirmed that the newly discovered land west of the Atlantic Ocean is a new continent. ] came here, safely enjoying the glory created by several predecessors. Mrs. Yeobright approached the inn, and was about to go in when she saw a one-horse carriage approaching her two hundred yards from the inn, and beside it was a man with a bag in his hand. lantern.After a while it became clear that it was the red clay dealer who had inquired about Mrs. Yeobright earlier.Therefore, instead of entering the small shop, she walked over to meet the carriage.

The carriage was approaching, and the man didn't pay much attention to her, and was about to pass by. At this moment, she asked him, I think, you were asking about me just now, weren't you?I am Mrs. Yeobright from Hualuo Village. Startled, the red clay dealer raised a finger to his lips.He stopped the horse and beckoned her to step back with him, which, although puzzled, she complied with. I think you don't know me, ma'am?He said.Don't know, she said, yo, yes, I remember!You're little Wayne and your father is a little dairyman here somewhere, isn't he? Exactly; I know your niece, Miss Tansy, not so well.I have some bad news for you.

about her?I believe she has just come home with her husband.They agreed to come back this afternoon at the small inn not far ahead. she is not there. How did you know? Because here she is, in my car.He added a sentence without haste. What's the trouble again?murmured Mrs Yeobright, covering her eyes with her hands. I can't tell, madam.All I know is that this morning, I was walking about a mile away from Cape Fort, and I heard someone trotting behind me like a deer, and when I turned around, it was her, her face pale.Oh, Digory.Wayne!She said, I just thought it was you, can you help me?I'm in trouble.

How did she know your Christian name?asked Mrs Yeobright suspiciously. I dated her as her boyfriend before I got into this business.She asked me if I could give her a ride, and she collapsed and passed out.I picked her up and put her in the car, where she's been lying until now.She cried for a long time, but said little; she only told me that she was to be married this morning.I tried to make her eat something, but she couldn't; at last she fell asleep. Let me see her right away.said Mrs Yeobright, and hurried to the caravan. The red-clay-monger followed with his lantern, and he helped Mrs. Yeobright into the cart beside him.As soon as the door was opened, she saw at the end of the carriage a makeshift couch, covered with curtains, evidently the red clay dealer had used up all the curtains he had, to accommodate the little couch Man will not touch his clay.On the couch lay a girl covered with a cloak.She was fast asleep, and the light of the lantern shone on her face.

In the light there was a pretty, sweet, candid country girl's face, with wavy brown hair falling over it.Although this face is not very beautiful, it can be said to be very pretty.Although her eyes were closed, one could easily imagine that if enough light shone into them, they would sparkle like the most dazzling works of art.This face was full of vitality, but at this moment, it was covered with an unusual look of anxiety and sadness.This look did not last long, and did not detract in the slightest from the radiance of that face, which might eventually be spoiled, but there was an expression of dignity of its own on her face.The crimson color of her lips had not yet faded, and at this moment they were even more rosy from the lack of the rosy luster of her cheeks.The lips parted slightly from time to time, uttering a series of inarticulate words.She seems to be the kind of character that love songs sing about, a character that needs to be seen in phonological harmony.

At least one thing is quite obvious: she was not born to be seen like this.The redman was evidently aware of this very well, and when Mrs Yeobright looked in and his eyes fell on her, he looked away from her with a carefulness which was his.The girl sleeping there evidently realized this too, and opened her eyes a moment later. With a hint of foreboding, a hint of doubt, the lips parted; Multiple thought changes.This is a pure and intelligent person, and it seems that this change in her life can be seen through at a glance.She immediately understood the scene in front of her. Oh, it's me, Auntie, she cried, I know how frightened you are, you won't believe it, but that's how it is, and I've come home like this!

Tansy, Tansy!said Mrs Yeobright, bending down and kissing the young girl.Oh, my dear little girl! Tansy was on the verge of sobbing now; however, with unexpected restraint, she did not cry at all.She sighed in pain and stood up. I never expected to meet you in this situation, let alone you, she said hastily. Where am I, aunt? We'll be home soon, dear.Right on Eden Bore.What is this terrible thing? I'll tell you right away.Are you really home?Then I'm going to get out of the car and walk back.I want to walk home by this path. However, I believe that this kind man has helped so much, he will definitely send you to my house all the time, right?The aunt turned to ask the red clay dealer, who had retreated behind the car after waking the girl, and was standing by the side of the road. Is there still a need to ask?Of course I'm happy to do my best.He said. He is very kind, murmured Thomasy, I used to know him well, Aunt, and when I saw him today, I thought I'd better take his car than any other stranger's.But now I want to go by myself.Red-clay dealers, please stop the horse. The red-clay peddler, somewhat reluctantly, obeyed her meekly, and stopped the carriage. The aunt and niece got out of the carriage, and Mrs. Yeobright said to the owner, I know you very well now.Isn't the business your father left you a good one, why did you change your career? Yeah, I changed the line.he replied, looking at Tansy, who blushed a little. Ma'am, you don't need me tonight, do you? Mrs. Yeobright looked up at the dark night sky, at the hills and the fading fires, and at the bright windows of the nearby inn.I don't think so, she said, because Thomasy wanted to walk back.It won't be long before we walk home by this path, which we know well. After talking like this for a few words, they parted, and the red clay dealer drove his carriage forward, while the two women stood motionless on the road.When the wagon and its owner were far enough away to hear their voices, Mrs. Yeobright turned her face to her niece. Now, Tansy, she said grimly, what's the matter with this dishonorable business?