Chapter 13 Volume 2 Guike Chapter 1 News of Guike

At this part of the year, and earlier, when the weather is fine, certain ephemeral events easily, in their unnoticed way, break the solemn stillness of the Eden Moor. .Unlike a town, a village, or even a farm, these things were small movements, as if nothing more than a commotion in a static situation, or a twitch of a muscle in half-sleep.Here, however, there is no point of reference, cut off by the surrounding mountains, so that a mere stroll here has a ostentatious quality, and in such surroundings one can easily Assuming that I am Adam, the above-mentioned little activities are enough to attract the attention of every bird, every slumbering reptile in sight, and make the surrounding hares stay on the non-dangerous knolls and hurl. Curious glances.

In the good weather some time ago, Humphrey had cut a lot of bundles of brambles for the old captain, and now he is gathering these bundles and stacking them into a pile. This is the above-mentioned small activity on the moor.The woodpile was piled at the far end of the house, and it was Humphrey and Sam who were busy, while the old man looked on. It was about three o'clock on a fine and quiet afternoon; but the winter solstice had come quietly, and the slanting sun made the time appear to be later than it really was, as here it was. A countryman is seldom reminded of the experience that he had to lose the summer season and determine time by the hour of the day.For many days and weeks the rising of the sun had moved from the northeast to the southeast, and the setting of the sun had moved from the northwest to the southwest; yet the people of Adenmoor hardly noticed the change.

Eustacia was in the dining-room, which was more like a kitchen, to be honest, with a flagstone floor and a large fireplace.The air was still, and during the brief moment she was alone here, the sound of conversation came down the flue and reached her ears.She stepped into the fireplace, listened, and looked up the deep hollow of the old jagged outer chimney. The bright sunlight poured down from the mouth of the chimney, and fell on the soot hanging in the flue, and the strands of soot were like seaweed hanging from a crack in a rock. She remembered that the pile of bramble firewood was piled not far from the chimney, and what came down were the voices of the workers.

Her grandfather joined the conversation.The boy should never have left home in the first place.His father's occupation was perfect for him, and the boy should take it over.I don't believe that there should be such a change in the family.My father was a sailor, and I was a sailor, and if I had a son he ought to do it too. He's always lived in Paris, said Humphrey, and I'm told that's where the king's head was chopped off many years ago.My poor mother used to tell me about that all the time.Hugh [Note: Humphrey's nickname. ], she always said, when I was a little girl, I was ironing my mother's hat one afternoon at home, and the priest came in, and he said, Jane, they cut off the king's head; what happened next Only God knows.

Before long we'll be as many as God knows how many, the old skipper said with a giggle, and I've been living under the waterline for that for seven years on the Triumph when I was a boy In the damn emergency room, I saw those unfortunate wounded soldiers with missing arms and legs being carried to the wounded room. That said, this guy lives in Paris.He's supposed to be manager of a jeweler, or something like that, isn't he? Yes, sir, it is.It's a big business he's in, I heard his mother say that the place where the diamonds are kept is like a king's palace. I remember vividly when he left home, Sam said.

It's a good thing for the lad, said Humphrey, it's a better life selling diamonds than being poor here. Living in that kind of place must cost old nose money. It's costly indeed, boy, said the old captain, yes, and you can spend a lot of money without eating and drinking too much. They also said, Clem.Yeobright had become a literate man, and had his strangest ideas about things.Well, that's because he went to school early, and schools always produce such people. He has weird ideas, really?The old man asked, alas, in those days, how many people of this kind were sent to the school for training!It doesn't do any good.Every gatepost and every barn door you come across is bound to be smeared with all manner of obscenities by young rascals.Sometimes it really embarrassed the maid to pass there.If they hadn't been taught how to write, they wouldn't have painted the smudges.Their father wouldn't have done that, and everything was fine in the village.

Oh, I would have thought, old captain, Miss Eustacia has read as much as other scholars, and has a lot of opinions about this? It would have been better for Miss Eustacia if she had fewer wild thoughts in her head, said the old captain briefly, and went away. I said, Sam, Humphrey said as soon as the old man went away, she and Clem.Yeobright would be a perfect couple, wouldn't they?I'd be terribly surprised if they didn't match!Both of them pursue happiness and enjoyment in their hearts, they can read and write, and their hearts are higher than the sky. If it is not a match made in heaven, there will be no better match.Clem was as good a parent as she was.His father was a farmer, that's true; but his mother was a lady, we all know that.If I could see them married, that would make me happier than anything else.

If they walked together arm in arm, in their best clothes, they would look stunning, as long as he was as stylish and handsome as he had ever been, dressed or not. It will, Humphrey.After all these years, I have wanted so badly to meet this guy.If I knew exactly when he'd come back, I'd run out three or four miles to pick him up, and get him anything; but I think he's changed a lot, he's not the same kid he used to be.They say he speaks French as easily as a girl eats blackberries; if that's the case, we who've been in the country and haven't been out are nothing more than scum in his eyes.

He crossed the sea to Belle's mouth by steamer, didn't he? True, but how he got here from Belle's mouth, I don't know. But what happened to his cousin Thomasy was a big problem.I really don't know what it's going to be like when a guy like Clem, full of new ideas, comes home.That night, we thought they were married and sang blessings for them, but later we heard that this was not the case. To be honest, this incident made us so boring, it made people laugh!It would be strange if I would be happy to see one of my loved ones being played like this by a man.This made the family unable to hold their heads up.

Yes, poor girl, she is quite sorry for it.The impact on her body is also too great. I heard that she will keep herself locked at home without seeing outsiders.We don't see her anymore now, skipping in the heather with her cheeks as red as a rose. I've also heard that if Wildeff begged her again now, she wouldn't want him. Yeah?I haven't heard of it. While the wood-pillars were chatting this way and that, Eustacia's face was lowered little by little towards the fire, and she fell into deep thought, so absorbed that she did not realize that she had The toes of his feet are gently stepping on the burning turf around his feet.

The object of their conversation aroused her great interest.A young and wise man was coming from Paris to this solitary wilderness, unlike any other in the world.It was almost like a man from heaven.What's even more interesting is that these wasteland residents naturally matched her and this man in their minds, as if they were a natural pair. The five minutes of this eavesdropped conversation filled Eustacia with such reverie that the whole afternoon did not feel empty at all.Sometimes, the inner emptiness does produce such changes suddenly and unconsciously.In the morning, her inner world was still so pale and empty, she couldn't believe it, before evening, her inner world would become so alive, like a drop of water under a microscope, and this kind of The changes still happen without a single visitor.What Sam and Humphrey had said about her match with the man she hadn't met had such an effect on her mind, like a bard singing the refreshing "Castle of Sloth." : British romantic poet James.Famous poem by Thomson. Under the influence of the preface of the poem, into a place that had been empty until then, there suddenly appeared innumerable formerly imprisoned figures. Her mind was filled with all kinds of imaginations, completely forgetting the passage of time.It was dusk when she returned to the real world.The woodpile outside was done and the workmen had gone home.Eustacia went upstairs, intending to go for a walk at this hour, as usual.She decided that this walk would be in the direction of Hualuo Village, the birthplace of young Yeobright, and the direction of his mother's present home.She had no reason to go elsewhere, why shouldn't she go in that direction?For a nineteen-year-old girl, a daydream dream scene is enough to make her make a life pilgrimage.Going to look at the fence in front of Yeobright's house was like doing something that must be done, very solemn.It was strange to say that to do such an idle wandering seemed to be fulfilling a great mission. She put on her hat, left the house, and walked down the hill towards Hualuo Village. She walked a mile and a half along the valley without haste.When we came here, the green valley bottom became very open, and the bushes on both sides of the trail gradually thinned out, replaced by more and more fertile soil, and there were only solitary bushes growing here and there.Across a patch of irregular grass was a row of white fences, marking the end of the moor.The fence stood out like a fringe of white lace on the gray ground.Enclosed by the fence is a small garden, and beyond the garden is an old and untidy house, facing the moor, and can see this large valley.It was a secluded place, to which the young man who had been living in the French capital, the bustling center of the fashionable world, was returning recently.