Chapter 32 Chapter 4 uses brutal suppression methods

It seemed that Thomasy's words were very simple, but they had so many meanings, and they were always in Digory.Wayne's ear echoed: Help me, let him stay at home at night. It was in this situation that Wayne returned to the Ayden Moor. He just wanted to go to the other side of the moor: he had nothing to do with the Yeobright family, and he had his own business to do.But suddenly he began to feel, without knowing it, that he was going to play on his old strategy again for Thomasy's sake. He sat in his carriage thinking.He knew with certainty from Tomasy's words and her appearance that Wildeff hadn't thought of her at all.For whom, if not for Eustacia, would he be so dismissive of Thomasy?No good reason could be found, however, to believe that he acted at the systematic instigation of Eustacia.Wayne decided to pay close attention anyway, keeping an eye on the lonely lane that led from Wilder's house through the valley to Aldworth Clem's house.

Wildeff, as you have seen, was quite innocent and premeditated this time, and since seeing Eustacia at her wedding, except for this lawn dance, he did Haven't seen her once.But of late one of his romantic habits has exposed his cunning nature: his habit of strolling towards Eldworth after dark, and there watching the moon and the stars, watching Eustacia's house, and then walked leisurely home. So the red-clay-monger, watching on the night after the festival, saw Wildoff coming down the path, leaning against the front door of Clem's yard, sighing, and turning back again.Obviously, Wildoff's ruse was just random and didn't really put it into practice.Wayne raced down the hill ahead of him, to a point where the path formed a deep ditch through the heather; he lay on the ground mysteriously for a few minutes before getting up and leaving.As Wildoff passed the place, something caught his ankle, and he fell headlong.

After he was relieved, he sat up and listened attentively.It was pitch black, and except for the summer wind blowing listlessly, the surrounding area was silent.He groped with his hands to see what it was that had tripped him up, and he found two heaths joined together across the path, forming a loop that would trip anyone who passed by.Wildeff let go of the rope that held the heather together, and walked on at a moderate pace.When he got home, he found that the rope was red.This is exactly what he expected. Although he was a little guilty, this physical punishment had not yet reached the level that frightened him, but the fact that this sudden blow came from a person Wildeff knew well did make him uneasy.However, this did not make him change his behavior.A night or two later he walked down the valley towards Eldworth, taking care to avoid any trails.The awareness that he was being watched, that someone was trying to thwart his romantic inclinations by artifice, made his such romantic wanderings all the more exciting, because so far the danger hadn't been scary enough.He guessed that Wayne was allied with Mrs. Yeobright against him, and he felt that it would certainly be justified to fight against such an alliance.

The whole moor looked singularly deserted to-night; and after Wildef, with a cigar in his mouth, had gazed a moment into Eustacia's gate, tempted by the illegitimate feelings of his own nature, he Walking towards the window in the courtyard, the window was not completely closed, and the curtains were only partly drawn down.This enabled him to see into the room, where Eustacia sat alone.Wildoff stared at her for a while, then stepped back into the heather, tapping the grass lightly, and all kinds of bugs and moths flew into the air.He caught one, went back to the window, put the moth on the crack of the window, and let go.The moth flew to the candle on the table where Eustacia sat, and after two or three circles around the flame, plunged headlong into it.

Eustacia was startled.She is quite familiar with this signal. Wilderf used this code when he secretly came to Misty Hill to pursue her.She knew at once that Wildoff was outside, but before she could think what to do, her husband came down the stairs.Eustacia's face was flushed with fever, which was so rare for her, at this shock. You're so red, my dear, said Yeobright, who was now so close that he could see very clearly.It doesn't do you any harm if you keep looking like this all the time. I feel very hot, replied Eustacia.I think I'll have to go outside for a walk. Want me to go with you?

Oh no.I just went to the gate of the courtyard for a walk. She stood up, but before she could leave the house, there was a loud knock on the front door. I'll let me go, said Eustacia, in a voice so rare for her; and she looked eagerly at the window through which the moth had come, but there was nothing to be seen there. You'd better not go out at this time of night.He said.Clem went ahead of her to the door, where Eustacia waited, her expressionless expression belied her agitation and uneasiness. As she listened, Clem opened the door.There was no voice from outside, so he quickly closed the door, walked back into the room, and said, there was no one outside.I'm really wondering what the hell is going on here?

He wondered all the rest of the evening, for there was no way of explaining the matter, and Eustacia said nothing, and what she knew only added to the mystery of it. Meanwhile, there was a little lively drama going on outside, which, at least for that evening, prevented Eustacia from all possibility of becoming involved in the matter.Just as Wildef was about to signal again with the moth, another man followed him to the door.Holding a gun in his hand, the man watched the former's actions in front of the window for a while, then walked to the front of the house, knocked on the gate a few times, then went around the corner of the house, climbed over the fence and disappeared.

Damn guy!Wildeff said he was eyeing me again. The violent knocking at the door dispelled Wildoff's attempt to signal again, and he drew back, walked out of the courtyard door, and walked quickly back down the path, thinking of nothing but begging. Let people discover.Halfway up the knoll, the path came close to a stunted clump of honeysuckle, which in the darkness looked like an eyeball in a black eye.As Wildeff approached the place, a shot rang in his ears, and several shells fell into the honeysuckle bushes beside him. There was no doubt that he himself had been the object of the shooting; he threw himself into the bushes, and beat them hard with his stick; but there was no one there.This attack was more serious than the previous one, and it took Wildoff a while to recover.A new, more unpleasant, calculated threat had begun, the apparent aim of which was to inflict serious physical damage on him.Wildeve regarded Wayne's first actions as a kind of nonsense, and the red clay dealers just didn't know what to do, but now they have gone too far, not just nonsense, but quite dangerous.

Wildford would have been even more shocked if he had known how serious Wayne was these days.When the red clay dealer saw Wildeff outside Clem's house, he was almost enraged, so he was ready to shoot him at as close a range as possible, as long as he didn't kill him, just to scare him The young shopkeeper, check his stubborn impulse.In his heart, he didn't think much about whether this brutal coercive behavior was legal.In this case, people who want to make such a move will not consider these, and sometimes they will not have any regrets at all.From Stratford's impeachment to Farmer Lynch's brutal lynching of Virginia mobsLynch, who lynched Loyalists without legal procedures during the American Revolutionary War. ], there are already many successful examples of ignoring the law and exercising judgments.

About half a mile from Clem's solitary home there lived a sheriff, one of the two who kept the parish of Eldworth safe, in a little village, Wildford. Went straight to the sheriff's house.Through the open door, almost the first thing he saw was the sheriff's baton hanging from a nail, as if to assure him that it was the means to his end.However, after he asked the sheriff's wife, he learned that the sheriff was not at home.Wildeve said he would wait for his return. The time passed minute by minute, and the sheriff did not come back.Wildeve's extremely angry mood began to calm down, and he became dissatisfied and disturbed about his behavior, the situation before him, the sheriff's wife and everything around him.He stood up and left the sheriff's house.In short, the experience of the evening had dealt, if not a icy blow, at least a chilling blow to this blind emotion of his, so that Wildoff no longer had the pleasure of wandering after dark. to Eldworth, hoping to get a look or two from Eustacia.

Thus the red-monger, by his brutality, succeeded with great success in dispelling Wildoff's idea of ​​an evening out.That evening he had nipped in the bud the possibility of a meeting between Eustacia and her old lover.But he didn't estimate that the result of his action was just to change Wildoff's way of action, but it was not completely prevented.Betting on guineas did not make Wildoff a welcome guest at the Clem family. but it was quite natural to visit his wife's relations, and he made up his mind to see Eustacia.And it is necessary to avoid ten o'clock in the evening and choose a more suitable time to go.Since it is not safe to go at night, he said, I will go during the day. Meanwhile, Wayne left the moor to visit Mrs. Yeobright, who, having learned of a rather coincidental vengeance on his family's lost guineas, had Yeobright Mrs. Turt established a rather friendly relationship with him.She wondered why he came to see her so late, but she was very happy to see him. He told her all about Clem's troubles, and the present state of his life; then turning the conversation to Thomasy, he made a few mention of the apparent misfortunes of her life.Well, ma'am, on the occasion, he said, the best thing you can do is go and see them in their homes, and even if you get a little cold reception at first, you should go. Both she and my son were against my will in marriage; therefore I had no interest in going to their house.Both of their troubles were of their own making.Mrs. Yeobright tried to speak harshly, and despite her efforts to conceal it, this description of her son's condition touched her heart deeply. Your visit will make Wilderf behave better, and prevent misfortune from befalling the moor. What do you mean by that? I saw some things there tonight that I really didn't want to see.I wish your son's house was a hundred miles from Mr. Wilder's instead of four or five miles as it is now. So what tacit agreement had been reached between him and Clem's wife, but Thomasy was completely kept in the dark! Let's just hope there's no tacit agreement yet. Our hopes may very well be in vain.Oh, Clem!Oh Thomasy! No harm has been done yet.As a matter of fact I've already persuaded Wildef to mind his own business. how? Oh, not by talking but by a program of mine called Silent Behavior. I wish you success. If you help me by visiting your son and being friendly with him, I will be successful.Then you'll have the chance to see it for yourself. Well, now that things have come to this, said Mrs Yeobright sadly, I will tell you the truth, red-monger, I have long wanted to go.I'd be happier if we reconciled with each other.This marriage cannot be changed, my life may be shortened by it, and I just hope that I can die with peace of mind.He is my only son; but since my sons are all of this material, I am not sorry that I have no other sons.As for Thomasy, I never expected more from her; nor did she disappoint me.But I forgave her long ago; and now I forgave him too.I will go and see them. At the same time as this conversation between the red clay-monger and Mrs. Yeobright was going on at Whispering, a dead conversation was going on at Eldworth about the same subject. Throughout the day, Climb seemed to be preoccupied and had no time to pay attention to what was happening around him. What he said now showed what he was thinking all day.It was after the mysterious knock at the door that he brought up the subject.I have been away all day, Eustacia, and I have seriously considered that something must be done to repair the rift that has arisen between my dear mother and myself.It bothers me so much. how do you want to do it?asked Eustacia absent-mindedly, for she had been too excited by Wildeff's earlier attempt to see her, and she could not shake herself from it. It seems that you are not interested in what I say, regardless of the size of the matter, Climb said somewhat excitedly. You have misunderstood me, she replied, and his rebuke brought her into a trance.I'm just thinking about something. What are you thinking? Partly it was the moth that had been killed by the flame of the candle, she said slowly.But you know, I'm always interested in what you have to say. very good dear.In that case, I think I must go see her.He went on emotionally, that it wasn't something I was too proud to do at all, it was just a fear that I might offend her that kept me from seeing her for so long.But I have to act.It was a mistake for me to have tolerated such a thing for so long. Why do you have to blame yourself so much? She is getting old day by day, her life is so lonely, and I am her only son. She still has Thomasy. Thomasy is not her daughter; and even if she were, that would not be my excuse.But that's not the problem.I have made up my mind to see her, and the only thing I want to ask you is whether you are willing to do everything in your power to help me, that is, forget everything about the past; if she expresses a desire to reconcile, you can go halfway. Pick her up on the way, welcome her to our house, or accept her welcome and go to her place, will you? At first Eustacia pursed her lips, as if she would do anything but what he suggested.But thinking about it, the lines of her lips softened, though not as softly as they should; and she said, I will not hinder you at all; but after all that has happened, let me go first Taking the initiative in one step is asking too much of me. You never told me in detail what happened between you two. I couldn't tell you then, and I can't now.Sometimes the heart-piercing thing that happens in five minutes lasts a lifetime; this may be the case now.She paused a moment, then added, How lucky it is for you, Clem, if you never come back to your own country!it changed the fate of some people The fate of three people. Five, thought Eustacia; but she did not say it.