Chapter 11 Chapter Ten Painstaking Persuasion

The next morning, when the sun was just out, its height was insignificant compared with that of Rainbounds from whichever part of the moor was looked at, and the lower hills were like the islands of the foggy Aegean Sea. At this moment, the red soil dealer came out of the blackberry bush hiding place where he had camped, and climbed up the slope to Misty Hill. Although these bushy hills seem so lonely and lonely, on such a cold winter morning, as long as someone passes by, there will always be a few pairs of sharp round eyes staring at him.It turns out that there are some birds congregating and hiding here, and it would be surprising to see them in other places at this time.A bustard haunted the place, and not so many years before, perhaps twenty-five of this bird might have been seen at any one time on Eden Moor.In the valley by the Wildford Inn the harriers were looking up.A cream-coloured plover always came to this hill, so rare that not a dozen were found in all England; but a savage, working day and night, at last shot the bird, which had escaped from Africa. After that the cream-coloured plovers thought it wrong to enter Eden Moor again.

A traveler like Wayne, as long as he sees these birds that haunt the Eden Wasteland casually like he is now, he will feel that he is directly talking to these areas that are completely unfamiliar to humans.At this time, there was a mallard duck in front of him, which had just flown from its old nest in the north.This creature brings with it a wealth of information about the North.The catastrophe of freezing weather, the blizzard after another, the scene of the aurora flickering, the Polaris hanging high in the sky, and Franklin lying at his feet [Note: John.Sir Franklin, a British rear admiral and explorer, led his soldiers to sail from England in 1845 to explore the Northwest Passage, but they were surrounded by ice and all died. ], this kind of scene it is accustomed to is really unusual.But the bird, looking at the red clay dealer, seemed to think, like so many other philosophers, that the real enjoyment of the present moment is enough to leave a good memory for the next decade.

Wayne walked past the birds and walked straight to the abode of the lonely beauty who, although she lived among the birds, despised everything around her.It was Sunday, but as far as going to church was concerned, there were very few people on the Moor of Eden, except for weddings or funerals, so it made little difference whether they went to church or not.He decided to make a bold move, and beseeched Miss Veil, to destabilize her as Thomasy's rival by cunning, or drastic action, and his intentions were indeed quite evident, and it was a sign of shrewdness among men. Men, from kings to commoners, lack a kind of chivalry.The great Frederick II [Note: (1712 | 1786), in order to fight for Silesia, has long used troops against Austria. ] Waging war on the glamorous Austro-Hungarian princess, Napoleon refusing to make a treaty with the beautiful Queen of Prussia, but they are no more hard-hearted towards the opposite sex than the red clay dealer. In his unique way, he has prepared to deprive Eustace Elegant status plan.

For the lowly inhabitants of the moor, a visit to the captain's cabin was more or less serious business.Though the captain was chatty at times, he was so eccentric that no one could tell what he was going to do at any given moment.Eustacia was very reserved and reticent, living only in her own circle.Except for a sharecropper's daughter who worked for them as a maid, and a young man who worked in the garden and barn, hardly anyone else entered the house.They were the only upper-class family in the area besides the Yeobrights, and while far from rich, they didn't feel the need to put on a smile to everyone, to all the birds and beasts, just them. That's what the poorer neighbors need to do.

When the red clay dealer came into the garden, the old man was looking through the binoculars at the blue sea in the distance, and the little anchor on the button was shining in the sun.He recognized Wayne as his fellow traveler, but he didn't mention it, he just said, oh, you're here, the clay seller?Have a grog [note: made with rum or whiskey and water. ] What? Wayne replied that it was too early, declined his kindness, and then said that he came to see Miss Vey on business.The old captain looked at him from hat to waistcoat, and from waistcoat to leggings for a while, and at last told him to go into the room by himself.

Miss Veil was not seen by anyone at this moment; and the red clay-monger sat waiting for her on the bench by the kitchen window, his hat in his hands hanging on his apart knees. I don't think the lady is up yet?After a while he said to the maid. Didn't get up at all.No one ever visits the ladies at this time. I'll go outside then, said Wayne, if she wants to see me she'll be happy to speak, and I'll come in then. The red clay dealer left the house and walked up and down the nearby hills.Not a short period of time passed, and no one sent word to him to go in.He began to feel that his plan was going to fail when he caught sight of Eustacia walking leisurely towards him, and the mere sense of hearing what this strange figure had to say was enough to attract him. Here she comes.

She turned only to Digory.Wayne glanced at it, and felt that this man came for some other purpose, and he was not as humble as she had thought.Because when she came so close to him, he didn't feel uneasy, and his feet didn't move.There was none of the unease that an honest country boy would feel at the sight of a different woman.When he asked if he could talk to her, she replied, yes, come with me.After all, he kept walking forward. Before he had gone far, the clever red-clay dealer decided that instead of being so indifferent, he should have acted smarter, and secretly decided to make up for it at the first opportunity.

I have behaved too abruptly, miss, to come here and tell you the strange things I have heard about that man. ah!which man? He raised his elbow and pointed southeast, which was the direction of the lady's shop. Eustacia turned abruptly towards him.You mean Mr. Wildford? Yes, a family is in trouble because of him, and I have come to let you know about it, because I believe you may be able to solve it. I?What's the trouble? That's a complete secret.To put it bluntly, that is, he might refuse to be with Thomasy.Marry Bright. Eustacia's heart was pounding at this, but she was also a part in the drama of the scene.She replied coldly, I don't want to hear such things at all, and you don't expect me to interfere.

But miss, can you hear one more sentence? I don't want to listen, I have no interest in this marriage, and even if I were, I cannot compel Mr Wildeve to do what I ask. I think you're probably the only lady on the moor who can do that, Wayne hinted subtly, and that's the way it is.For if there hadn't been another woman in the middle, Mr. Wildeff would have married Thomasy at once, and all the troubles would have died down.I believe that this other woman was very well known to him, with whom he sometimes met on the moor.He would never marry her, yet, because of her, he might never marry the woman who loved him so much.Let's put it this way, if you, Miss, a person who has such an influence on men, can insist on him, he should treat your young neighbor Tansy sincerely, and give up that other woman Well, maybe he would do that, and it would take away a lot of Tansy's misery.

Ah, my God!Eustacia laughed, and when she smiled her mouth opened, and the sun shone into her mouth with the same purple splendor as it shone into a tulip.Red-monger, you really overestimate my influence over men.If I really have the power you imagine, I will definitely use it for anyone who treats me well, but, as far as I know, Thomasy.Yeobright wasn't particularly nice to me. Is it really impossible for you to know how important you are to her? I've never heard of it.Even though we were only two miles apart, I had never set foot in her aunt's door. The arrogance in her demeanor showed Wayne that he had failed so far.He sighed inwardly, feeling the need to show a second card.

Well, leaving that aside, I am sure, Miss Veil, that you are quite capable of doing your best for another woman. She shook her head. Your beauty is the law to Mr. Wildford.It's the law to all men who see you.They said, this lady who came over is so handsome, what is her name?how beautiful!than Tomasy.Yobright is more beautiful.God forgive the villain for his lies, the red-clay-monger kept saying to himself!Eustacia was indeed more beautiful, but that was not what the red-monger had in mind.Eustacia's beauty was overshadowed, and Wayne's eyes could not be tempted.For now, she is dressed in winter clothes, like a tiger beetle, which in its motionless state appears to take on the most unobtrusive gray coloring, but when it is in a strong Under the bright light, it will shine with dazzling brilliance. Eustacia could not help answering, though aware that it would be an insult to her dignity.There are cuter women than Thomasy, she said, and it doesn't make much sense for you to say that. This remark hurt the red clay dealer greatly, and he continued: He is a man who pays great attention to the appearance of women, and you can manipulate him as you like, as long as you think so in your heart. She couldn't do it with him all the time, and I certainly couldn't do it at such a distance from him. The red-clay-monger turned sharply and stared straight in her face.Miss Vey!He said. Why do you say that as if you have doubts about me?She asked feebly, breathing very rapidly.You speak to me in that tone, which means something!She added another sentence, forcing a haughty smile.What are you thinking in your heart to make you talk to me like this? Miss Veil, why are you trying to pretend you don't know that man?Of course I know why.His status is inferior to yours, so you feel ashamed of it. You are mistaken.What do you mean by that? The red clay dealer is determined to show the truth card.I was at Rainmound last night and heard every word of your date, and he said that the woman who got in between Wildeff and Thomasy was you. Once the screen was lifted, an embarrassing situation immediately appeared, and the fire of shame and anger of Candaules' wife [Note] immediately burned in her heart.At this time, her lips couldn't help trembling, she couldn't control it anyway, her breathing was short, and she couldn't keep calm. [Note] Candaules is the king of Lydia. He bragged to Gagez about the beauty of his wife and led him into the queen's bedroom to peek at her naked body. This aroused the queen's indignation and persuaded Gagez to kill Candaules. .Gagez became king of Lydia and married the former queen. I'm very uncomfortable, she said hastily, no, that's not the case, I'm not interested in listening to you anymore.please leave me. As much as it hurts you, Miss Veil, I have to say it.This is what I'm telling you: whatever the case may be, whether she or you are to blame, there is no doubt that she is in a much worse position than you.It would be very good for you if you gave up Mr. Wildford, for how could you possibly marry him?But now she can't easily get rid of this matter. If she loses him, everyone will be ashamed of her.I am asking you now not because she has the most legitimate rights, but because her situation is the worst. Let him be given to her. No I can't, I can't!She blurted out, completely forgetting the haughty attitude she had deliberately shown towards the red clay dealers earlier.No one has ever been treated like this!Everything was going so well that I would never be overwhelmed, never be overwhelmed by a lowly woman like her.Very well, you came here to intercede for her, but didn't she create all the troubles she was in?Do I need the approval of a bunch of rednecks if I want to show affection to someone?She has stood between me and the one I love, and now she finds that she has been punished as she deserves, and she asks you to intercede for her! To tell the truth, Wayne said sincerely, she knew nothing about it.It was I who begged you to give him up.Do it in her favor and in your favor.People would say something nasty if they learned that a lady was secretly meeting a man who mistreated another woman. I didn't hurt her; he was mine before he was hers!He came back to me because because he likes me the most!she said desperately.I have lost all respect for my dignity by telling you this.What else can I do! I can keep a secret for you, Wayne said gently, you don't have to be afraid.I'm the only one who knows you're having a tryst with him, but there's one more point to make, and then I'll leave.I heard you tell him that you hate living here Aden Moor is a prison to you. I said so.I know that there is a beauty in the surrounding landscape, but it is a prison to me.That man you mentioned can't erase that feeling from my heart, even though he lives here.As long as there is someone better than him next to me, I will never put him in my heart. The red-clay dealer sensed a glimmer of hope, and after hearing what she said, it seemed to him that a third attempt might be made.Miss, now that we've all spoken a little from our hearts, he said, I'm going to tell you my advice to you.You know, I have been in many places in the business of selling red clay. She nodded, turned around, and fixed her eyes on the misty valley below their feet. I've been wandering around like this, and I've been to the area around Belei's mouth.Today's Beileikou is a good place. It's amazing. Such a large piece of sparkling sea is embedded in the land like a bow. Thousands of high-class people are coming and going. The orchestra is playing music. There are many naval officers and army officers in the crowd. Wandering around, nine out of ten people you meet are in love. I know all this, she said contemptuously, and I know more about Belle than you.I was born there.My father came there from overseas and became a musician in the army.O my soul, Budmouth!I wish I were there now. It amazes the red clay mongers to see that under certain circumstances a smoldering fire can produce a dazzling flame.If you're there, miss, he went on, in a week you'll forget Wildef as much as the wild horses on the moor.OK, I can get you there. how?asked Eustacia, with a very strange look in her dark, deep eyes. My uncle was steward of a rich widow for twenty-five years.The widow had a nice house facing the sea, and she was old and lame, and wanted a young bridesmaid who could read and sing to her, though she advertised in the newspapers, and used Five or six people, but couldn't find a satisfactory person to accompany her.She'd jump for joy if she had a company like you, which my uncle can do without trouble. Maybe I still have to work? No, you don't have to do any work at all; you just do little things, like reading or something.But it won't start until after New Year's Day. I know that's work.She said, returning to the previous coquettish attitude. Minor work, I admit, but it was something to amuse her; what the leisure classes might call work, and the working people would call that play.Think of the company you'll have and the life you'll live, madam; you'll see that fine scene, and you'll marry a gentleman.My uncle asked for a trustworthy young lady in the country, because old ladies don't like city girls. I'd wear myself out trying to please her!I'm not going.Ah, if I could live like a young lady in a cheerful and bustling town, and live as I like, and do what I like, I would give half my life to be unhappy!Really, red-monger, I'll do it. Miss, help me make Thomasy happy, the chance is in your hands.The person next to her pleaded earnestly. Chance!There is no chance at all, she said proudly, really, what qualifications does a poor boy like you have to ask me?I'm going back to the house.There is nothing more to say.You stay here so bored, don't you feed the horses, don't you mend your red bags?You don't want people to buy your red clay anymore? Wayne said nothing more.He put his hands behind his back and turned away; that way she might not see the disappointment on his face.In the few minutes he had been in contact with her, he had already noticed in this lonely girl that she had quick thinking and firm perseverance, which made his every move full of fear and uneasiness.Her youth and her situation had given him the hope that it would be quite simple to make her accept this solution of the problem at once.Yet this method of seduction, which might have worked on a weak-willed country girl, could only excite Eustacia's resentment.In the Eden Moor, the mouth of the bud means the world of luxury and luxury, which is an axiom.In the minds of the moor-dwellers it was indeed a noble port and seaside resort, a kind of Carthaginian in some charming and inexpressible way. . ] combined with the architectural style, has a kind of Taranty [Note: Italy is a luxurious luxury city. 】Luxury and Baya 【Note: The ancient city of Italy, located on the west bank of the Bay of Pozzuoli. 】 Vigorous vitality and beauty.Eustacia was equally passionate about getting there, but she would never give up her independence to be able to go there. Wait for Digory.When Wayne was out of sight, Eustacia made her way to the embankment, looking down into the wild picturesque valley from which the sun was rising, and in that direction Wildford lived.The fog had begun to recede, and the trees and bushes near his house were showing their tops, as if breaking loose from a great white spider's web that engulfed them and cut them off from the day.There is no doubt that her heart has completely flown there, and her heart is full of reverie. Her mind is always entwined with him, and it seems to her that he is the only one who can realize all her dreams.At the beginning, this man was just a person who could amuse her, and seemed to have no other use except for her entertainment, but because he was very scheming and always left her at the right time, he had become a man by now. The man she longed for.His interruption of her love rekindled her love instead.This feeling, which Eustacia had casually bestowed on Wilderf, was now a torrent because of Thomasy.She had always been in the habit of teasing Wildeff, but that was before another woman had set his sights on him.It often happens that adding a little banter to a dull situation can make the whole situation more exciting. I will never give up on him never!she said fervently. To Eustacia, the red-monger's suggestion that the rumor might be against her was not a constant dread.She was as indifferent to this contingency as a goddess is to nudity.It was not that she was born without shame, but that her life away from the rest of the world made her take public opinion very seriously.Zenobia in the desert [Note: Queen of the Roman colony of Palmyra. 】I don’t care what Rome thinks of her at all.As far as ethics were concerned, Eustacia was in a savage condition, unaware, though emotionally she was entirely a pleasure-seeker.She has entered the secret inner room of the emotional world, but has hardly crossed the threshold of traditional etiquette.