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  Iamsincerelysorrytosaythatitwasseriouslymade。Phillotsonlookedmoredisturbedthanbefore,andthemeeting-placeofhisbrowstwitchedagain。Intenminuteshecalledupthechildhehadjustsenttoher,anddispatchedanothermissive:

  GodknowsIdon’twanttothwartyouinanyreasonableway。

  Mywholethoughtistomakeyoucomfortableandhappy。ButIcannotagreetosuchapreposterousnotionasyourgoingtolivewithyourlover。Youwouldloseeverybody’srespectandregard;andsoshouldI!Afteranintervalasimilarpartwasenactedintheclass-room,andananswercame:

  Iknowyoumeanmygood。ButIdon’twanttoberespectable!

  Toproduce`Humandevelopmentinitsrichestdiversity’toquoteyourHumboldtistomymindfaraboverespectability。Nodoubtmytastesarelow-inyourview-hopelesslylow!Ifyouwontletmegotohim,willyougrantmethisonerequest-allowmetoliveinyourhouseinaseparateway?Tothishereturnednoanswer。

  Shewroteagain:

  Iknowwhatyouthink。Butcannotyouhavepityonme?Ibegyouto;Iimploreyoutobemerciful!IwouldnotaskifIwerenotalmostcompelledbywhatIcan’tbear!NopoorwomanhaseverwishedmorethanIthatEvehadnotfallen,sothatastheprimitiveChristiansbelieved

  someharmlessmodeofvegetationmighthavepeopledParadise。ButIwon’ttrifle!Bekindtome-eventhoughIhavenotbeenkindtoyou!Iwillgoaway,goabroad,anywhere,andnevertroubleyou。Nearlyanhourpassed,andthenhereturnedananswer:

  Idonotwishtopainyou。HowwellyouknowIdon’t!

  Givemealittletime。Iamdisposedtoagreetoyourlastrequest。Onelinefromher:

  Thankyoufrommyheart,Richard。Idonotdeserveyourkindness。AlldayPhillotsonbentadazedregarduponherthroughtheglazedpartition;

  andhefeltaslonelyaswhenhehadnotknownher。

  Buthewasasgoodashisword,andconsentedtoherlivingapartinthehouse。Atfirst,whentheymetatmeals,shehadseemedmorecomposedunderthenewarrangement;buttheirksomenessoftheirpositionworkedonhertemperament,andthefibresofhernatureseemedstrainedlikeharp-strings。

  Shetalkedvaguelyandindiscriminatelytopreventhistalkingpertinently。

  JudetheObscureChapter32IV-ivPhillotsonwassittinguplate,aswasoftenhiscustom,tryingtogettogetherthematerialsforhislong-neglectedhobbyofRomanantiquities。

  Forthefirsttimesincerevivingthesubjecthefeltareturnofhisoldinterestinit。Heforgottimeandplace,andwhenherememberedhimselfandascendedtorestitwasnearlytwoo’clock。

  Hispreoccupationwassuchthat,thoughhenowsleptontheothersideofthehouse,hemechanicallywenttotheroomthatheandhiswifehadoccupiedwhenhefirstbecameatenantofOld-GrovePlace,whichsincehisdifferenceswithSuehadbeenhersexclusively。Heentered,andunconsciouslybegantoundress。

  Therewasacryfromthebed,andaquickmovement。BeforetheschoolmasterhadrealizedwherehewasheperceivedSuestartinguphalf-awake,staringwildly,andspringingoutupontheflooronthesideawayfromhim,whichwastowardsthewindow。Thiswassomewhathiddenbythecanopyofthebedstead,andinamomentheheardherflingingupthesash。Beforehehadthoughtthatshemeanttodomorethangetairshehadmounteduponthesillandleaptout。Shedisappearedinthedarkness,andheheardherfallbelow。

  Phillotson,horrified,randownstairs,strikinghimselfsharplyagainstthenewelinhishaste。Openingtheheavydoorheascendedthetwoorthreestepstotheleveloftheground,andthereonthegravelbeforehimlayawhiteheap。Phillotsonseizeditinhisarms,andbringingSueintothehallseatedheronachair,wherehegazedatherbytheflappinglightofthecandlewhichhehadsetdowninthedraughtonthebottomstair。

  Shehadcertainlynotbrokenherneck。Shelookedathimwitheyesthatseemednottotakehimin;andthoughnotparticularlylargeingeneraltheyappearedsonow。

  Shepressedhersideandrubbedherarm,asifconsciousofpain;

  thenstoodup,avertingherface,inevidentdistressathisgaze。

  `ThankGod-youarenotkilled!Thoughit’snotforwantoftrying-notmuchhurtIhope?’

  Herfall,infact,hadnotbeenaseriousone,probablyowingtothelownessoftheoldroomsandtothehighlevelofthegroundwithout。

  Beyondascrapedelbowandablowinthesideshehadapparentlyincurredlittleharm。

  `Iwasasleep,Ithink!’shebegan,herpalefacestillturnedawayfromhim。`Andsomethingfrightenedme-aterribledream-IthoughtIsawyou-`Theactualcircumstancesseemedtocomebacktoher,andshewassilent。

  Hercloakwashangingatthebackofthedoor,andthewretchedPhillotsonflungitroundher。`ShallIhelpyouupstairs?’heaskeddrearily;

  forthesignificanceofallthissickenedhimofhimselfandofeverything。

  `Nothankyou,Richard。Iamverylittlehurt。Icanwalk。’

  `Yououghttolockyourdoor,’hemechanicallysaid,asiflecturinginschool。`Thennoonecouldintrudeevenbyaccident。’

  `Ihavetried-itwon’tlock。Allthedoorsareoutoforder。’

  Theaspectofthingswasnotimprovedbyheradmission。Sheascendedthestaircaseslowly,thewavinglightofthecandleshiningonher。Phillotsondidnotapproachher,orattempttoascendhimselftillheheardherenterherroom。Thenhefastenedupthefrontdoor,andreturning,satdownonthelowerstairs,holdingthenewelwithonehand,andbowinghisfaceintotheother。Thusheremainedforalonglongtime-apitiableobjectenoughtoonewhohadseenhim;till,raisinghisheadandsighingasighwhichseemedtosaythatthebusinessofhislifemustbecarriedon,whetherhehadawifeorno,hetookthecandleandwentupstairstohislonelyroomontheothersideofthelanding。

  Nofurtherincidenttouchingthematterbetweenthemoccurredtillthefollowingevening,when,immediatelyschoolwasover,PhillotsonwalkedoutofShaston,sayingherequirednotea,andnotinformingSuewherehewasgoing。Hedescendedfromthetownlevelbyasteeproadinanorth-westerlydirection,andcontinuedtomovedownwardstillthesoilchangedfromitswhitedrynesstoatoughbrownclay。HewasnowonthelowalluvialbedsWhereDuncliffeisthetraveller’smark,AndclotyStour’sa-rollingdark。Morethanoncehelookedbackintheincreasingobscurityofevening。AgainsttheskywasShaston,dimlyvisibleOnthegrey-topp’dheightOfPaladore,aspaledayworeAway……[WilliamBarnes]Thenew-litlightsfromitswindowsburntwithasteadyshineasifwatchinghim,oneofwhichwindowswashisown。AboveithecouldjustdiscernthepinnacledtowerofTrinityChurch。Theairdownhere,temperedbythethickdampbedoftenaciousclay,wasnotasithadbeenabove,butsoftandrelaxing,sothatwhenhehadwalkedamileortwohewasobligedtowipehisfacewithhishandkerchief。

  LeavingDuncliffeHillontheleftheproceededwithouthesitationthroughtheshade,asamangoeson,nightorday,inadistrictoverwhichhehasplayedasaboy。HehadwalkedaltogetheraboutfourandahalfmilesWhereStourreceivesherstrength,Fromsixcleerefountainsfed,[Drayton]whenhecrossedatributaryoftheStour,andreachedLeddenton-alittletownofthreeorfourthousandinhabitants-wherehewentontotheboys’

  school,andknockedatthedoorofthemaster’sresidence。

  [1]WilliamBarnes。[2]Drayton。

  Aboypupil-teacheropenedit,andtoPhillotson’sinquiryifMr。Gillinghamwasathomerepliedthathewas,goingatonceofftohisownhouse,andleavingPhillotsontofindhiswayinashecould。Hediscoveredhisfriendputtingawaysomebooksfromwhichhehadbeengivingeveninglessons。ThelightoftheparaffinlampfellonPhillotson’sface-paleandwretchedbycontrastwithhisfriend’s,whohadacool,practicallook。

  Theyhadbeenschoolmatesinboyhood,andfellow-studentsatWintoncesterTrainingCollege,manyyearsbeforethistime。

  `Gladtoseeyou,Dick!Butyoudon’tlookwell?Nothingthematter?’

  Phillotsonadvancedwithoutreplying,andGillinghamclosedthecupboardandpulledupbesidehisvisitor。

  `Whyyouhaven’tbeenhere-letmesee-sinceyouweremarried?

  Icalled,youknow,butyouwereout;anduponmyworditissuchaclimbafterdarkthatIhavebeenwaitingtillthedaysarelongerbeforelumperingupagain。Iamgladyoudidn’twait,however。’

  Thoughwell-trainedandevenproficientmasters,theyoccasionallyusedadialect-wordoftheirboyhoodtoeachotherinprivate。

  `I’vecome,George,toexplaintoyoumyreasonsfortakingastepthatIamabouttotake,sothatyou,atleast,willunderstandmymotivesifotherpeoplequestionthemanywhen-astheymay,indeedcertainlywill……ButanythingisbetterthanthepresentconditionofthingsGodforbidthatyoushouldeverhavesuchanexperienceasmine!’

  `Sitdown。Youdon’tmean-anythingwrongbetweenyouandMrs。

  Phillotson?’

  `Ido……MywretchedstateisthatI’veawifeIlovewhonotonlydoesnotloveme,but-butWell,Iwon’tsay。Iknowherfeeling!

  Ishouldpreferhatredfromher!’

  `Ssh!’

  `AndthesadpartofitisthatsheisnotsomuchtoblameasI。Shewasapupil-teacherunderme,asyouknow,andItookadvantageofherinexperience,andtoledheroutforwalks,andgothertoagreetoalongengagementbeforeshewellknewherownmind。Afterwardsshesawsomebodyelse,butsheblindlyfulfilledherengagement。’

  `Lovingtheother?’

  `Yes;withacurioustendersolicitudeseemingly;thoughherexactfeelingforhimisariddletome-andtohimtoo,Ithink-possiblytoherself。SheisoneoftheoddestcreaturesIevermet。However,Ihavebeenstruckwiththesetwofacts;theextraordinarysympathy,orsimilarity,betweenthepair。Heishercousin,whichperhapsaccountsforsomeofit。Theyseemtobeonepersonsplitintwo!Andwithherunconquerableaversiontomyselfasahusband,eventhoughshemaylikemeasafriend,’tistoomuchtobearlonger。Shehasconscientiouslystruggledagainstit,buttonopurpose。Icannotbearit-Icannot!Ican’tanswerherarguments-shehasreadtentimesasmuchasI。Herintellectsparkleslikediamonds,whileminesmoulderslikebrownpaper……She’sonetoomanyforme!’

  `She’llgetoverit,good-now?’

  `Never!Itis-butIwon’tgointoit-therearereasonswhysheneverwill。Atlastshecalmlyandfirmlyaskedifshemightleavemeandgotohim。Theclimaxcamelastnight,when,owingtomyenteringherroombyaccident,shejumpedoutofwindow-sostrongwasherdreadofme!Shepretendeditwasadream,butthatwastosootheme。Nowwhenawomanjumpsoutofwindowwithoutcaringwhethershebreaksherneckorno,she’snottobemistaken;andthisbeingthecaseIhavecometoaconclusion:thatitiswrongtosotortureafellow-creatureanylonger;

  andIwon’tbetheinhumanwretchtodoit,costwhatitmay!’

  `What-you’lllethergo?Andwithherlover?’

  `Whomwithishermatter。Ishalllethergo;withhimcertainly,ifshewishes。IknowImaybewrong-IknowIcan’tlogically,orreligiously,defendmyconcessiontosuchawishofhers,orharmonizeitwiththedoctrinesIwasbroughtupin。OnlyIknowonething:somethingwithinmetellsmeIamdoingwronginrefusingher。I,likeothermen,professtoholdthatifahusbandgetssuchaso-calledpreposterousrequestfromhiswife,theonlycoursethatcanpossiblyberegardedasrightandproperandhonourableinhimistorefuseit,andputhervirtuouslyunderlockandkey,andmurderherloverperhaps。Butisthatessentiallyright,andproper,andhonourable,orisitcontemptiblymeanandselfish?Idon’tprofesstodecide。Isimplyamgoingtoactbyinstinct,andletprinciplestakecareofthemselves。Ifapersonwhohasblindlywalkedintoaquagmirecriesforhelp,Iaminclinedtogiveit,ifpossible。’

  `But-yousee,there’sthequestionofneighboursandsociety-whatwillhappenifeverybody——’

  `Oh,Iamnotgoingtobeaphilosopheranylonger!Ionlyseewhat’sundermyeyes。’

  `Well-Idon’tagreewithyourinstinct,Dick!’saidGillinghamgravely。`Iamquiteamazed,totellthetruth,thatsuchasedate,ploddingfellowasyoushouldhaveentertainedsuchacrazeforamoment。YousaidwhenIcalledthatshewaspuzzlingandpeculiar:Ithinkyouare!’

  `Haveyoueverstoodbeforeawomanwhomyouknowtobeintrinsicallyagoodwoman,whileshehaspleadedforrelease-beenthemanshehasknelttoandimploredindulgenceof?’

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