Chapter 19 Chapter 7 The Alliance of Beauty and Weirdness

The old captain's complete indifference to his granddaughter's behavior left her as free as a bird; but he did ask her next morning why she had gone out for a walk to so late. I'm just looking to find out if there's anything new, Grandpa, she replied with that subdued languor, looking out of the window, in fact, pushing her emotional buttons and always finding This attitude can make a big difference. Looking for new things, people will think you are the kind of son-in-law I met when I was twenty-one years old. It's so lonely living here. The more lonely the better.If I lived in the city, I wouldn't have to spend all my time staring at you.When I came back from the lady's shop, I thought you'd be home.

I'm not going to hide what I did.I wanted an adventure, and I went out with the maskers.I played the part of a Turkish knight. Really, can't you?Ha ha!God!I did not expect you to do such a thing, Eustacia. This is my first time doing something like this and certainly my last.Well, I've told you, remember, it's a secret! of course.But, Eustacia, you never did it!God damn it, how happy it would be to go back forty years!But you must remember that you must never do such a thing again, my girl.You can walk the moors any day or night, and that doesn't bother me; don't pretend to be a man.

You don't have to worry about me, Grandpa. So ended the conversation, which Eustacia had no moral education more severe than, and which produced no good results, if any. How could it be any better.But her thoughts soon left her, and thought far away, and with tender attachment she thought of a man whose name he did not even know, and she went out into a vast tawny field, Just like the Jewish king Ahasuerus [Note: The Persian king in the "Bible", see "Bible.Old Testament.The Book of Esther. ] as restless.When she was about half a mile from her home, she saw an ominous red figure, numb, out of a gully not far ahead, that terrible red like a streak in the sun. Flame, she guessed it must be Digory.Wayne.

In the last month, when farmers who wanted to buy a new bale of red earth asked where to find Vern, people would say, on the Eden Moor.Day after day passed, and the answer was always the same.Eden Moor is full of moor ponies and woodcutters, not sheep and shepherds, and the shepherd and his flock are mostly camped out on the sand dunes north and west of Eden Moor, so , Why is he still camping here, like the Israelites are looking for [Note: (Zin) is a wild place that the Israelites passed through when they marched towards Egypt.See the Bible.Old Testament.The Book of Numbers. ] It is also unpredictable.The place is central, which is sometimes desirable.But it was not Digory's chief purpose in staying on the moor to sell red earth, especially at the end of the year, when most of the wandering men like him had gone to their winter quarters.

Eustacia looked at the lonely man.The last time she had seen Wildeff he had told her that Wayne had been proposed by Mrs Yeobright, eager to replace him as Thomasy's fiancé.He was well-proportioned, with a youthful face, chiseled, bright eyes, and a quick and intelligent mind, and he could always have taken a better position if he wanted to.But, against all odds, it was unlikely that Thomasy would accept the wandering fellow, with a cousin like Yeobright at her side, and Wildeff would not leave her indifferent.Eustacia had no difficulty in guessing that poor Mrs Yeobright, concerned for her niece's future, had suggested that there was a man who loved Thomasy, in order to excite others. one person.Eustacia now took Mrs Yeobright's side, and was quite as anxious as the aunt.

Good morning, miss, the red soil dealer took off his rabbit fur hat and greeted. Obviously, he didn't show any resentment for her because of the last meeting. Good morning, red-monger, she answered, hardly willing to raise her very dark eyes to him.I didn't know you were around here.Is your cart here too? Wayne raised his elbow and pointed to a hollow, where there were dense bushes of purple-stemmed blackberries growing so densely that they almost sealed the hollow.Although the blackberries are a little thorny to the touch, they make a good shelter in early winter, as they are the last deciduous shrubs to shed their leaves.Through the gaps in the tangled branches of the shrubbery you could see the roof of Wayne's cart and the chimney.

you still live hereShe got a little interested and asked. Yes, I have work to do here. It's not exactly about selling red clay, is it? It has nothing to do with selling red clay. It must have something to do with Miss Yeobright. Her face seemed to beg for a guarded peace, and he said frankly, Yes, miss; it was for her. For you want to propose to her? Wayne's blush can be seen through the red-stained face of Wayne.Don't make fun of me, Miss Veil, he said. So this is not true? of course not. She was now sure that the red clay-monger was only Mrs. Yeobright's expedient to meet the situation, and that he had no idea that his position had been so insignificantly enhanced.It was just a feeling of mine, she said quietly; and then she was about to walk on, not wanting to talk any more, when she looked up to the right and saw a tiresome familiar figure winding down a path Winding, the path is leading to the high ground where she stands.His back was now towards them because of the twists and turns of the path he was taking.She looked around quickly, there was only one way to avoid the man.So she turned to Wayne and said, can you allow me to rest in your wagon for a few minutes?The slope is too wet to sit on.

No problem, miss; I'll make room for you. She followed him around the blackberry valley to his house on wheels, and Wayne climbed into the wagon and set the three-legged stool in the door. This is the best seat I can give you.He lifted his leg out of the car and rejoined the lane, where he walked up and down, smoking from his pipe. Eustacia jumped into the cart, and sat down on the stool, so that no one passing by the cart drive could see her.Presently she heard the rustling footsteps of someone else who wasn't a red clay dealer, and heard the not-so-friendly good morning from two men as they passed each other, and then one of them walked on, The footsteps became softer and lighter.Stretching out her head, Eustacia managed to catch sight of the back and shoulders of a vanishing figure; then, without knowing why, she felt a violent pang of pathos within her.It is a very uncomfortable feeling. If a changed heart still has a little tolerance and kindness, it will produce this feeling when it suddenly sees someone it once loved but no longer loves. .

Just as Eustacia jumped out of the car to go on, the red-clay-monger approached.It was Mr. Wildford, Miss, who went by, he said unhurriedly, and it could be seen from his face that he thought she would be annoyed by sitting in the car and not being seen. Yes, I saw him coming up that hill, answered Eustacia.Why are you telling me this?It was a brave question, for she thought that the red-clay dealers knew of her past love affairs; but her reserved manner kept people who were very strange to her from expressing themselves boldly. , it works very well. I'm glad to hear you ask that, said the red-monger bluntly, and besides, now that I think about it, it's consistent with what I saw last night.

Ah, what's going on?Eustacia longed to leave him, but was eager to know the circumstances of it. Mr. Wildford waited a long time on Rainbrick, waiting for a lady who did not come. It seems that you are waiting there too? Yes, I do it all the time.I was glad to see him disappointed.He'll be there again tonight. That would be another disappointment.The truth is, the red-monger, the lady who had been trying to get in the way of Thomasy's marriage to Mr. Wildoff, was now glad to have done it. Hearing such a statement, Wayne was very surprised, but he didn't let this surprise show; he might show such an obvious expression when the situation was one step away from the original estimate, but when he encountered complicated and When the expected situation is two or more steps away, it usually does not show up at once.That is, madam, he replied.

How did you know that Mr. Wildford was going to Rainhill again tonight?she asked. I heard him talking to himself that he would go.His mood is normal. Eustacia's face showed what she felt for a moment, and then, raising her deep black eyes anxiously to him, murmured, I wish I knew what to do.I don't want to be rude to him; but I don't want to see him again; I have some little things I want to give back to him. If you let me send them, miss, with a note telling him you don't want to have anything more to say to him, I'll do it for you and never let anyone know.That's the most straightforward way to let him know what's on your mind. Very well, said Eustacia.Come to my house and I'll fetch it for you. She walked forward, and since there was only one path on the overgrown moor, the red clay dealer followed her footsteps exactly.She saw the old captain standing on the embankment in the distance, scanning the sky with binoculars, so she told Wayne to wait where she was, and let her enter the house alone. Ten minutes later, she came back with a package and a note, and as she handed the things into his hands, she said, why are you so happy to deliver these things for me? can you ask I suppose you're trying to help Thomasy to a certain extent by doing this, are you still so eager to get her married? Wayne was a little agitated.I wish I could marry her right now, he said in a low voice.But I feel that if she can't be happy without him, then I should act like a man and do my duty to help her get him. Eustacia looked with some curiosity at the queer man who had made these remarks.What a strange love it is!Generally speaking, the main ingredient in love is always selfishness, sometimes even the only ingredient, but there was absolutely no selfishness in his love.The disinterestedness of the red clay dealer, which ought to have been respected, was so incomprehensible, so unrespectable, and almost seemed to her almost absurd. So we're finally on the same page, she said. Yes, Wayne replied darkly.But, miss, it would be much easier for me if you would tell me why you care so much for her.It was so sudden and strange. Eustacia looked bewildered.Red clay dealer, I can't tell you, she said coldly. Wayne said nothing more.He put the note in his pocket, bowed to Eustacia, and turned away. As Wilderf climbed the long slope up to Rain Tomb, night fell upon Rain Tomb again.He had just reached the top of the mound when a figure suddenly appeared on the ground behind him.So it was Eustacia's messenger.He tapped Wildeff on the shoulder.The restless young shopkeeper and ex-engineer is like Satan touched by Sorel's spear.See Milton's Paradise Lost. 】Surprised. The meeting is always at eight, and in this place, Wayne said, we all arrive the three of us. the three of us?asked Wildef, looking around quickly. Yes; you, me, and her.she is here.He handed over the letter and the package. Wildeff took them in wonder.I don't really understand what that means, he said.how did you come hereThere must be some misunderstanding. After you read this letter, you will be clear about it.Let me light a candle.The red-clay-monger struck a match, and lit a length of candle which he carried with him, and shielded it from the wind with his hat. Who are you?Wildeff asked, looking at the blurry figure with ruddy complexion beside him by candlelight.You're the red clay dealer I saw on that knoll this morning Oh, you're the one Please read this letter. I shouldn't be surprised if you're from that one, murmured Wildoff, opening the letter and reading it.His face became serious. To Mr. Wildford: After consideration, I have decided that we will have no further dealings at this point.The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that our relationship must be broken.If you have been faithful to me these two years, you may now have reason to accuse me of being heartless; but if you think calmly about how I felt when you abandoned me , think about how I endured your relationship with another woman out of helplessness without interfering a little bit, I think you should admit that when you come back to me, I have the right to weigh my own feelings .Maybe it's my fault that these feelings are different from what they were for you then, but as long as you don't forget how you left me for Tomasy then you can't blame me . These small items, which you gave me in the earliest days of our friendship, are now returned to you by the bearer of the letter.They should have been given back to you as soon as I heard that you were engaged to her. Eustacia The blank expression on Wildoff's face as he read the first half of the letter changed to one of humiliation and indignation by the time he read her signature.I'm being played for a fool anyway, he said angrily.Do you know what this letter is about? The red clay dealer hummed a little tune. Can't you answer me?asked Wildef excitedly. La|la|la|la, the red clay dealer sang. Wildoff stood there, staring at the ground at Van's feet until he lifted his head, and his eyes followed Digory's candlelit figure from bottom to top and fell on his head. and face.Ha | Ha!Well, I think I deserve it, thinking how I played with them both.He finally said that the words were addressed to Wayne as much as to himself.But among the weird things I know, you are the weirdest one. You are completely against yourself for sending me such a letter. I can't get along with myself? of course.It is in your own interest that you should not do something that would cause me to go back to Tomasy, after all she has accepted you now or that is what it is.Mrs Yeobright said you were going to marry her.is that true? God!I've heard this before but I can't believe it, when did she say that? Wildoff began humming the same tune as the red-clay-monger had done earlier. I don't believe it now.Wayne said loudly. La|la|la|la, Wildoff sang. Oh my God, how alike we are!Wayne said contemptuously.I have to figure this out.I'm going to find her now. Digory jerked away, and Wildeff looked over his figure with a sharp mockery in his eyes, as if he were no more than a moor pony.After the red clay dealer was no longer in sight, Wildef himself went down the slope and plunged into the dark valley. The irony of losing two women at once was too much for him to bear.Only Thomasy could keep him from losing face; if he were her husband, he thought, it would make Eustacia regret for a long time, which she could not bear.Wildoff ignored the fact that there was a new man behind the incident, and no wonder he thought Eustacia was just being coy.If he is to be convinced that the letter was not written out of momentary pique, and to deduce that she really gave him to Tomasy, it is only if he knows in advance that another man's influence has made her Empathy.She had developed a new greedy feeling, she had given up a cousin at will in order to get her, she had given up to her own ends, but who knew? Wildoff went all the way, determined to marry as soon as possible, and made the proud girl miserable. Meanwhile, Digory.Wayne, too, was back in his cart, where he stood staring thoughtfully at the fire.A new situation had appeared before him.But, however much Mrs. Yeobright thought of him, it was possible to make him a candidate for her niece's fiancé, but one necessary condition for this to succeed was that he should be found in Thomasy's own favour. It also means that he has to give up the wild life of running around in front of him.He didn't find it difficult. He couldn't wait until tomorrow to see Thomasy and discuss his plans with her in detail.He washed and dressed quickly, and took out a suit of clothes from a box. About twenty minutes later, he was standing in front of the lantern of the carriage. It was not at all recognizable that he was a red clay dealer except his face. The red marks on the skin cannot be removed in a day.Wayne closed the car door, locked it with a padlock, and walked towards Hualuo Village. As soon as he reached the white fence, he put his hand on the courtyard door. The door of the house opened and then closed again.I saw the figure of a woman retreating in a flash.Meanwhile, a man who appeared to have been standing on the porch with the woman came out of the house and walked up to Wayne, face to face.The man was Wildford again. God, you're so quick," said Digory sarcastically. You'll notice right away that you're a step behind, Wildoff said.And, he lowered his voice, you'd better go back now.I have confessed to her, I have her.Good night, red clay mongers!After saying that, Wilderf walked away. Wayne's heart sank suddenly, although he never let it jump high.He leaned against the fence and stood there for a full quarter of an hour with hesitation.Then he walked down the garden path, knocked at the door, and begged to see Mrs. Yeobright. She did not invite him into the house, but came to the door herself.The two of them talked for about ten minutes or more in low, measured tones.Finally, Mrs. Yeobright turned around and went into the house, and Wayne walked into the moor with heavy steps.When he was back in the cart, he lit the lantern, and with a nonchalant expression he immediately took off his best clothes, and within a few minutes he was the same unmistakable, unalterable Red clay dealer.