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  corner,withsuddendemonstrativeness,said,’Anybodymayknowmytrade——I’mawheelwright。’

  ’Averygoodtradefortheseparts,’saidtheshepherd。

  ’Andanybodymayknowmine——ifthey’vethesensetofinditout,’

  saidthestrangerincinder-gray。

  ’Youmaygenerallytellwhatamanisbyhisclaws,’observedthehedge-carpenter,lookingathisownhands。’Myfingersbeasfullofthornsasanoldpin-cushionisofpins。’

  Thehandsofthemaninthechimney-cornerinstinctivelysoughttheshade,andhegazedintothefireasheresumedhispipe。Themanatthetabletookupthehedge-carpenter’sremark,andaddedsmartly,’True;buttheoddityofmytradeisthat,insteadofsettingamarkuponme,itsetsamarkuponmycustomers。’

  Noobservationbeingofferedbyanybodyinelucidationofthisenigma,theshepherd’swifeoncemorecalledforasong。Thesameobstaclespresentedthemselvesasattheformertime——onehadnovoice,anotherhadforgottenthefirstverse。Thestrangeratthetable,whosesoulhadnowrisentoagoodworkingtemperature,relievedthedifficultybyexclaimingthat,tostartthecompany,hewouldsinghimself。Thrustingonethumbintothearm-holeofhiswaistcoat,hewavedtheotherhandintheair,and,withanextemporizinggazeattheshiningsheep-crooksabovethemantelpiece,began:-

  ’Omytradeitistherarestone,Simpleshepherdsall-

  Mytradeisasighttosee;

  FormycustomersItie,andtakethemuponhigh,Andwaft’emtoafarcountree!’

  Theroomwassilentwhenhehadfinishedtheverse——withoneexception,thatofthemaninthechimney-corner,who,atthesinger’sword,’Chorus!’joinedhiminadeepbassvoiceofmusicalrelish-

  ’Andwaft’emtoafarcountree!’

  OliverGiles,JohnPitcherthedairyman,theparish-clerk,theengagedmanoffifty,therowofyoungwomenagainstthewall,seemedlostinthoughtnotofthegayestkind。Theshepherdlookedmeditativelyontheground,theshepherdessgazedkeenlyatthesinger,andwithsomesuspicion;shewasdoubtingwhetherthisstrangerweremerelysinginganoldsongfromrecollection,orwascomposingonethereandthenfortheoccasion。AllwereasperplexedattheobscurerevelationastheguestsatBelshazzar’sFeast,exceptthemaninthechimney-corner,whoquietlysaid,’Secondverse,stranger,’andsmokedon。

  Thesingerthoroughlymoistenedhimselffromhislipsinwards,andwentonwiththenextstanzaasrequested:-

  ’Mytoolsarebutcommonones,Simpleshepherdsall-

  Mytoolsarenosighttosee:

  Alittlehempenstring,andapostwhereontoswing,Areimplementsenoughforme!’

  ShepherdFennelglancedround。Therewasnolongeranydoubtthatthestrangerwasansweringhisquestionrhythmically。Theguestsoneandallstartedbackwithsuppressedexclamations。Theyoungwomanengagedtothemanoffiftyfaintedhalf-way,andwouldhaveproceeded,butfindinghimwantinginalacrityforcatchinghershesatdowntrembling。

  ’O,he’sthe——!’whisperedthepeopleinthebackground,mentioningthenameofanominouspublicofficer。’He’scometodoit!’TistobeatCasterbridgejailto-morrow——themanforsheep-stealing——

  thepoorclock-makerweheardof;whousedtoliveawayatShottsfordandhadnoworktodo——TimothySummers,whosefamilywerea-starving,andsohewentoutofShottsfordbythehigh-road,andtookasheepinopendaylight,defyingthefarmerandthefarmer’swifeandthefarmer’slad,andeverymanjackamong’em。He’andtheynoddedtowardsthestrangerofthedeadlytrade’iscomefromupthecountrytodoitbecausethere’snotenoughtodoinhisowncounty-town,andhe’sgottheplaceherenowourowncountyman’sdead;he’sgoingtoliveinthesamecottageundertheprisonwall。’

  Thestrangerincinder-graytooknonoticeofthiswhisperedstringofobservations,butagainwettedhislips。Seeingthathisfriendinthechimney-cornerwastheonlyonewhoreciprocatedhisjovialityinanyway,heheldouthiscuptowardsthatappreciativecomrade,whoalsoheldouthisown。Theyclinkedtogether,theeyesoftherestoftheroomhanginguponthesinger’sactions。Hepartedhislipsforthethirdverse;butatthatmomentanotherknockwasaudibleuponthedoor。Thistimetheknockwasfaintandhesitating。

  Thecompanyseemedscared;theshepherdlookedwithconsternationtowardstheentrance,anditwaswithsomeeffortthatheresistedhisalarmedwife’sdeprecatoryglance,andutteredforthethirdtimethewelcomingwords,’Walkin!’

  Thedoorwasgentlyopened,andanothermanstooduponthemat。He,likethosewhohadprecededhim,wasastranger。Thistimeitwasashort,smallpersonage,offaircomplexion,anddressedinadecentsuitofdarkclothes。

  ’Canyoutellmethewayto——?’hebegan:when,gazingroundtheroomtoobservethenatureofthecompanyamongstwhomhehadfallen,hiseyeslightedonthestrangerincinder-gray。Itwasjustattheinstantwhenthelatter,whohadthrownhismindintohissongwithsuchawillthathescarcelyheededtheinterruption,silencedallwhispersandinquiriesbyburstingintohisthirdverse:-

  ’To-morrowismyworkingday,Simpleshepherdsall-

  To-morrowisaworkingdayforme:

  Forthefarmer’ssheepisslain,andtheladwhodiditta’en,AndonhissoulmayGodha’merc-y!’

  Thestrangerinthechimney-corner,wavingcupswiththesingersoheartilythathismeadsplashedoveronthehearth,repeatedinhisbassvoiceasbefore:-

  ’AndonhissoulmayGodha’merc-y!’

  Allthistimethethirdstrangerhadbeenstandinginthedoorway。

  Findingnowthathedidnotcomeforwardorgoonspeaking,theguestsparticularlyregardedhim。Theynoticedtotheirsurprisethathestoodbeforethemthepictureofabjectterror——hiskneestrembling,hishandshakingsoviolentlythatthedoor-latchbywhichhesupportedhimselfrattledaudibly:hiswhitelipswereparted,andhiseyesfixedonthemerryofficerofjusticeinthemiddleoftheroom。Amomentmoreandhehadturned,closedthedoor,andfled。

  ’Whatamancanitbe?’saidtheshepherd。

  Therest,betweentheawfulnessoftheirlatediscoveryandtheoddconductofthisthirdvisitor,lookedasiftheyknewnotwhattothink,andsaidnothing。Instinctivelytheywithdrewfurtherandfurtherfromthegrimgentlemanintheirmidst,whomsomeofthemseemedtotakeforthePrinceofDarknesshimself;tilltheyformedaremotecircle,anemptyspaceoffloorbeingleftbetweenthemandhim-

  ’……circulus,cujuscentrumdiabolus。’

  Theroomwassosilent——thoughthereweremorethantwentypeopleinit——thatnothingcouldbeheardbutthepatteroftherainagainstthewindow-shutters,accompaniedbytheoccasionalhissofastraydropthatfelldownthechimneyintothefire,andthesteadypuffingofthemaninthecorner,whohadnowresumedhispipeoflongclay。

  Thestillnesswasunexpectedlybroken。Thedistantsoundofagunreverberatedthroughtheair——apparentlyfromthedirectionofthecounty-town。

  ’Bejiggered!’criedthestrangerwhohadsungthesong,jumpingup。

  ’Whatdoesthatmean?’askedseveral。

  ’Aprisonerescapedfromthejail——that’swhatitmeans。’

  Alllistened。Thesoundwasrepeated,andnoneofthemspokebutthemaninthechimney-corner,whosaidquietly,’I’veoftenbeentoldthatinthiscountytheyfireagunatsuchtimes;butIneverheardittillnow。’

  ’IwonderifitisMYman?’murmuredthepersonageincinder-gray。

  ’Surelyitis!’saidtheshepherdinvoluntarily。’Andsurelywe’vezeedhim!Thatlittlemanwholookedinatthedoorbynow,andquiveredlikealeafwhenhezeedyeandheardyoursong!’

  ’Histeethchattered,andthebreathwentoutofhisbody,’saidthedairyman。

  ’Andhisheartseemedtosinkwithinhimlikeastone,’saidOliverGiles。

  ’Andheboltedasifhe’dbeenshotat,’saidthehedge-carpenter。

  ’True——histeethchattered,andhisheartseemedtosink;andheboltedasifhe’dbeenshotat,’slowlysummedupthemaninthechimney-corner。

  ’Ididn’tnoticeit,’remarkedthehangman。

  ’Wewerealla-wonderingwhatmadehimrunoffinsuchafright,’

  falteredoneofthewomenagainstthewall,’andnow’tisexplained!’

  Thefiringofthealarm-gunwentonatintervals,lowandsullenly,andtheirsuspicionsbecameacertainty。Thesinistergentlemanincinder-grayrousedhimself。’Isthereaconstablehere?’heasked,inthicktones。’Ifso,lethimstepforward。’

  Theengagedmanoffiftysteppedquaveringoutfromthewall,hisbetrothedbeginningtosobonthebackofthechair。

  ’Youareaswornconstable?’

  ’Ibe,sir。’

  ’Thenpursuethecriminalatonce,withassistance,andbringhimbackhere。Hecan’thavegonefar。’

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