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more softly, ā€œbut think of me sometimes in your future lifeā ā€”youā€™ll do that, Izzy?ā ā€”think of me when you are living as the wife of the richest, the foremost man in the town, and donā€™t let my sins, when you know them all, cause ā€™ee to quite forget that though I loved ā€™ee late I loved ā€™ee well.ā€

ā€œIt is because of Donald!ā€ she sobbed.

ā€œI donā€™t forbid you to marry him,ā€ said Henchard. ā€œPromise not to quite forget me whenā ā€”ā€ He meant when Newson should come.

She promised mechanically, in her agitation; and the same evening at dusk Henchard left the town, to whose development he had been one of the chief stimulants for many years. During the day he had bought a new tool-basket, cleaned up his old hay-knife and wimble, set himself up in fresh leggings, kneenaps and corduroys, and in other ways gone back to the working clothes of his young manhood, discarding forever the shabby-genteel suit of cloth and rusty silk hat that since his decline had characterized him in the Casterbridge street as a man who had seen better days.

He went secretly and alone, not a soul of the many who had known him being aware of his departure. Elizabeth-Jane accompanied him as far as the second bridge on the highwayā ā€”for the hour of her appointment with the unguessed visitor at Farfraeā€™s had not yet arrivedā ā€”and parted from him with unfeigned wonder and sorrowā ā€”keeping him back a minute or two before finally letting him go. She watched his form diminish across the moor, the yellow rush-basket at his back moving up and down with each tread, and the creases behind his knees coming and going alternately till she could no longer see them. Though she did not know it Henchard formed at this moment much the same picture as he had presented when entering Casterbridge for the first time nearly a quarter of a century before; except, to be sure, that the serious addition to his years had considerably lessened the spring to his stride, that his state of hopelessness had weakened him, and imparted to his shoulders, as weighted by the basket, a perceptible bend.

He went on till he came to the first milestone, which stood in the bank, half way up a steep hill. He rested his basket on the top of the stone, placed his elbows on it, and gave way to a convulsive twitch, which was worse than a sob, because it was so hard and so dry.

ā€œIf I had only got her with meā ā€”if I only had!ā€ he said. ā€œHard work would be nothing to me then! But that was not to be. Iā ā€”Cainā ā€”go alone as I deserveā ā€”an outcast and a vagabond. But my punishment is not greater than I can bear!ā€

He sternly subdued his anguish, shouldered his basket, and went on.

Elizabeth, in the meantime, had breathed him a sigh, recovered her equanimity, and turned her face to Casterbridge. Before she had reached the first house she was met in her walk by Donald Farfrae. This was evidently not their first meeting that day; they joined hands without ceremony, and Farfrae anxiously asked, ā€œAnd is he goneā ā€”and did you tell him?ā ā€”I mean of the other matterā ā€”not of ours.ā€

ā€œHe is gone; and I told him all I knew of your friend. Donald, who is he?ā€

ā€œWell, well, dearie; you will know soon about that. And Mr. Henchard will hear of it if he does not go far.ā€

ā€œHe will go farā ā€”heā€™s bent upon getting out of sight and sound!ā€

She walked beside her lover, and when they reached the Crossways, or Bow, turned with him into Corn Street instead of going straight on to her own door. At Farfraeā€™s house they stopped and went in.

Farfrae flung open the door of the ground-floor sitting-room, saying, ā€œThere he is waiting for you,ā€ and Elizabeth entered. In the armchair sat the broad-faced genial man who had called on Henchard on a memorable morning between one and two years before this time, and whom the latter had seen mount the coach and depart within half-an-hour of his arrival. It was Richard Newson. The meeting with the lighthearted father from whom she had been separated half-a-dozen years, as if by death, need hardly be detailed. It was an affecting one, apart from the question of paternity. Henchardā€™s departure was in a moment explained. When the true facts came to be handled, the difficulty of restoring her to her old belief in Newson was not so great as might have seemed likely, for Henchardā€™s conduct itself was a proof that those facts were true. Moreover, she had grown up under Newsonā€™s paternal care; and even had Henchard been her father in nature, this father in early domiciliation might almost have carried the point against him, when the incidents of her parting with Henchard had a little worn off.

Newsonā€™s pride in what she had grown up to be was more than he could express. He kissed her again and again.

ā€œIā€™ve saved you the trouble to come and meet meā ā€”ha-ha!ā€ said Newson. ā€œThe fact is that Mr. Farfrae here, he said, ā€˜Come up and stop with me for a day or two, Captain Newson, and Iā€™ll bring her round.ā€™ ā€˜Faith,ā€™ says I, ā€˜so I will;ā€™ and here I am.ā€

ā€œWell, Henchard is gone,ā€ said Farfrae, shutting the door. ā€œHe has done it all voluntarily, and, as I gather from Elizabeth, he has been very nice with her. I was got rather uneasy; but all is as it should be, and we will have no more deefficulties at all.ā€

ā€œNow, thatā€™s very much as I thought,ā€ said Newson, looking into the face of each by turns. ā€œI said to myself, ay, a hundred times, when I tried to get a peep at her unknown to herselfā ā€”ā€˜Depend upon it, ā€™tis best that I should live on quiet for a few days like this till something turns up for the better.ā€™ I now know you are all right, and what can I wish for more?ā€

ā€œWell, Captain Newson, I will be glad to

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