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  ’Hey——what?’saidthemagistrate,comingforwardafterinquiringparticularsfromtheshepherdinthebackground。’Haven’tyougotthemanafterall?’

  ’Well,sir,’saidtheconstable,’he’sthemanwewereinsearchof,that’strue;andyethe’snotthemanwewereinsearchof。Forthemanwewereinsearchofwasnotthemanwewanted,sir,ifyouunderstandmyevery-dayway;for’twasthemaninthechimney-

  corner!’

  ’Aprettykettleoffishaltogether!’saidthemagistrate。’Youhadbetterstartfortheothermanatonce。’

  Theprisonernowspokeforthefirsttime。Thementionofthemaninthechimney-cornerseemedtohavemovedhimasnothingelsecoulddo。’Sir,’hesaid,steppingforwardtothemagistrate,’takenomoretroubleaboutme。ThetimeiscomewhenImayaswellspeak。

  Ihavedonenothing;mycrimeisthatthecondemnedmanismybrother。EarlythisafternoonIlefthomeatShottsfordtotrampitallthewaytoCasterbridgejailtobidhimfarewell。Iwasbenighted,andcalledheretorestandasktheway。WhenIopenedthedoorIsawbeforemetheveryman,mybrother,thatIthoughttoseeinthecondemnedcellatCasterbridge。Hewasinthischimney-

  corner;andjammedclosetohim,sothathecouldnothavegotoutifhehadtried,wastheexecutionerwho’dcometotakehislife,singingasongaboutitandnotknowingthatitwashisvictimwhowascloseby,joiningintosaveappearances。Mybrotherlookedaglanceofagonyatme,andIknewhemeant,“Don’trevealwhatyousee;mylifedependsonit。“Iwassoterror-struckthatIcouldhardlystand,and,notknowingwhatIdid,Iturnedandhurriedaway。’

  Thenarrator’smannerandtonehadthestampoftruth,andhisstorymadeagreatimpressiononallaround。’Anddoyouknowwhereyourbrotherisatthepresenttime?’askedthemagistrate。

  ’Idonot。IhaveneverseenhimsinceIclosedthisdoor。’

  ’Icantestifytothat,forwe’vebeenbetweenyeeversince,’saidtheconstable。

  ’Wheredoeshethinktoflyto?——whatishisoccupation?’

  ’He’sawatch-and-clock-maker,sir。’

  ’’Asaid’awasawheelwright——awickedrogue,’saidtheconstable。

  ’Thewheelsofclocksandwatcheshemeant,nodoubt,’saidShepherdFennel。’Ithoughthishandswerepalishfor’strade。’

  ’Well,itappearstomethatnothingcanbegainedbyretainingthispoormanincustody,’saidthemagistrate;’yourbusinesslieswiththeother,unquestionably。’

  Andsothelittlemanwasreleasedoff-hand;buthelookednothingthelesssadonthataccount,itbeingbeyondthepowerofmagistrateorconstabletorazeoutthewrittentroublesinhisbrain,fortheyconcernedanotherwhomheregardedwithmoresolicitudethanhimself。Whenthiswasdone,andthemanhadgonehisway,thenightwasfoundtobesofaradvancedthatitwasdeemeduselesstorenewthesearchbeforethenextmorning。

  Nextday,accordingly,thequestforthecleversheep-stealerbecamegeneralandkeen,toallappearanceatleast。Buttheintendedpunishmentwascruellydisproportionedtothetransgression,andthesympathyofagreatmanycountry-folkinthatdistrictwasstronglyonthesideofthefugitive。Moreover,hismarvellouscoolnessanddaringinhob-and-nobbingwiththehangman,undertheunprecedentedcircumstancesoftheshepherd’sparty,wontheiradmiration。Sothatitmaybequestionedifallthosewhoostensiblymadethemselvessobusyinexploringwoodsandfieldsandlaneswerequitesothoroughwhenitcametotheprivateexaminationoftheirownloftsandouthouses。Storieswereafloatofamysteriousfigurebeingoccasionallyseeninsomeoldovergrowntrackwayorother,remotefromturnpikeroads;butwhenasearchwasinstitutedinanyofthesesuspectedquartersnobodywasfound。Thusthedaysandweekspassedwithouttidings。

  Inbrief;thebass-voicedmanofthechimney-cornerwasneverrecaptured。Somesaidthathewentacrossthesea,othersthathedidnot,butburiedhimselfinthedepthsofapopulouscity。Atanyrate,thegentlemanincinder-grayneverdidhismorning’sworkatCasterbridge,normetanywhereatall,forbusinesspurposes,thegenialcomradewithwhomhehadpassedanhourofrelaxationinthelonelyhouseonthecoomb。

  ThegrasshaslongbeengreenonthegravesofShepherdFennelandhisfrugalwife;theguestswhomadeupthechristeningpartyhavemainlyfollowedtheirentertainerstothetomb;thebabyinwhosehonourtheyallhadmetisamatroninthesereandyellowleaf。

  Butthearrivalofthethreestrangersattheshepherd’sthatnight,andthedetailsconnectedtherewith,isastoryaswellknownaseverinthecountryaboutHigherCrowstairs。

  Itwasaneighty-cowdairy,andthetroopofmilkers,regularandsupernumerary,wereallatwork;for,thoughthetimeofyearwasasyetbutearlyApril,thefeedlayentirelyinwater-meadows,andthecowswere’infullpail。’Thehourwasaboutsixintheevening,andthree-fourthsofthelarge,red,rectangularanimalshavingbeenfinishedoff,therewasopportunityforalittleconversation。

  ’Hedobringhomehisbrideto-morrow,Ihear。They’vecomeasfarasAngleburyto-day。’

  ThevoiceseemedtoproceedfromthebellyofthecowcalledCherry,butthespeakerwasamilking-woman,whosefacewasburiedintheflankofthatmotionlessbeast。

  ’Hav’anybodyseenher?’saidanother。

  Therewasanegativeresponsefromthefirst。’Thoughtheysayshe’sarosy-cheeked,tisty-tostylittlebodyenough,’sheadded;

  andasthemilkmaidspokesheturnedherfacesothatshecouldglancepasthercow’stailtotheothersideofthebarton,whereathin,fadingwomanofthirtymilkedsomewhatapartfromtherest。

  ’Yearsyoungerthanhe,theysay,’continuedthesecond,withalsoaglanceofreflectivenessinthesamedirection。

  ’Howolddoyoucallhim,then?’

  ’Thirtyorso。’

  ’Morelikeforty,’brokeinanoldmilkmannear,inalongwhitepinaforeor’wropper,’andwiththebrimofhishattieddown,sothathelookedlikeawoman。’’AwasbornbeforeourGreatWeirwasbuilded,andIhadn’tman’swageswhenIlavedwaterthere。’

  Thediscussionwaxedsowarmthatthepurrofthemilk-streamsbecamejerky,tillavoicefromanothercow’sbellycriedwithauthority,’Nowthen,whattheTurkdoitmattertousaboutFarmerLodge’sage,orFarmerLodge’snewmis’ess?Ishallhavetopayhimninepoundayearfortherentofeveryoneofthesemilchers,whateverhisageorhers。Getonwithyourwork,or’twillbedarkaforewehavedone。Theeveningispinkingina’ready。’Thisspeakerwasthedairymanhimself;bywhomthemilkmaidsandmenwereemployed。

  NothingmorewassaidpubliclyaboutFarmerLodge’swedding,butthefirstwomanmurmuredunderhercowtohernextneighbour,’’TishardforSHE,’signifyingthethinwornmilkmaidaforesaid。

  ’Ono,’saidthesecond。’Heha’n’tspoketoRhodaBrookforyears。’

  Whenthemilkingwasdonetheywashedtheirpailsandhungthemonamany-forkedstandmadeofthepeeledlimbofanoak-tree,setuprightintheearth,andresemblingacolossalantleredhorn。Themajoritythendispersedinvariousdirectionshomeward。Thethinwomanwhohadnotspokenwasjoinedbyaboyoftwelveorthereabout,andthetwainwentawayupthefieldalso。

  Theircourselayapartfromthatoftheothers,toalonelyspothighabovethewater-meads,andnotfarfromtheborderofEgdonHeath,whosedarkcountenancewasvisibleinthedistanceastheydrewnightotheirhome。

  ’They’vejustbeensayingdowninbartonthatyourfatherbringshisyoungwifehomefromAngleburyto-morrow,’thewomanobserved。’I

  shallwanttosendyouforafewthingstomarket,andyou’llbeprettysuretomeet’em。’

  ’Yes,mother,’saidtheboy。’Isfathermarriedthen?’

  ’Yes……Youcangiveheralook,andtellmewhat’sshe’slike,ifyoudoseeher。’

  ’Yes,mother。’

  ’Ifshe’sdarkorfair,andifshe’stall——astallasI。Andifsheseemslikeawomanwhohaseverworkedforaliving,oronethathasbeenalwayswelloff,andhasneverdoneanything,andshowsmarksoftheladyonher,asIexpectshedo。’

  ’Yes。’

  Theycreptupthehillinthetwilight,andenteredthecottage。Itwasbuiltofmud-walls,thesurfaceofwhichhadbeenwashedbymanyrainsintochannelsanddepressionsthatleftnoneoftheoriginalflatfacevisible;whilehereandthereinthethatchabovearaftershowedlikeaboneprotrudingthroughtheskin。

  Shewaskneelingdowninthechimney-corner,beforetwopiecesofturflaidtogetherwiththeheatherinwards,blowingatthered-hotasheswithherbreathtilltheturvesflamed。Theradiancelitherpalecheek,andmadeherdarkeyes,thathadoncebeenhandsome,seemhandsomeanew。’Yes,’sheresumed,’seeifsheisdarkorfair,andifyoucan,noticeifherhandsbewhite;ifnot,seeiftheylookasthoughshehadeverdonehousework,oraremilker’shandslikemine。’

  Theboyagainpromised,inattentivelythistime,hismothernotobservingthathewascuttinganotchwithhispocket-knifeinthebeech-backedchair。

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