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Hardy, Thomas, 1840-1928

"The Mayor of Casterbridge"

Peter's bells in full peal had been wafted to them
while he spoke, and now the genial thumping of the town band, renowned
for its unstinted use of the drum-stick, throbbed down the street.
"Then this racket they are making is on account of it, I suppose?" said
he.
"Yes--I think he has told them, or else Mr. Grower has....May I leave
you now? My--he was detained at Port-Bredy to-day, and sent me on a few
hours before him."
"Then it is HIS WIFE'S life I have saved this afternoon."
"Yes--and he will be for ever grateful to you."
"I am much obliged to him....O you false woman!" burst from Henchard.
"You promised me!"
"Yes, yes! But it was under compulsion, and I did not know all your
past----"
"And now I've a mind to punish you as you deserve! One word to this
bran-new husband of how you courted me, and your precious happiness is
blown to atoms!"
"Michael--pity me, and be generous!"
"You don't deserve pity! You did; but you don't now."
"I'll help you to pay off your debt."
"A pensioner of Farfrae's wife--not I! Don't stay with me longer--I
shall say something worse. Go home!"
She disappeared under the trees of the south walk as the band came round
the corner, awaking the echoes of every stock and stone in celebration
of her happiness. Lucetta took no heed, but ran up the back street and
reached her own home unperceived.


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