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It chanced that on a fine spring morning Henchard and Farfrae met in the chestnut-walk which ran along the south wall of the town. Each had just come out from his early breakfast, and there was not an
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It chanced that on a fine spring morning Henchard and Farfrae met in the chestnut-walk which ran along the south wall of the town. Each had just come out from his early breakfast, and there was not an
It was about a month after the day which closed as in the last chapter. Elizabeth-Jane had grown accustomed to the nove…
Meanwhile, the man of their talk had pursued his solitary way eastward till weariness overtook him, and he looked about…
What Henchard saw thus early was, naturally enough, seen at a little later date by other people. That Mr. Farfrae “walk…
But the emotional conviction that he was in Somebody’s hand began to die out of Henchard’s breast as time slowly remove…
Henchard went home. The morning having now fully broke he lit his fire, and sat abstractedly beside it. He had not sat …
Long before this time Henchard, weary of his ruminations on the bridge, had repaired towards the town. When he stood at…
When Farfrae descended out of the loft breathless from his encounter with Henchard, he paused at the bottom to recover …
The proceedings had been brief—too brief—to Lucetta whom an intoxicating Weltlust had fairly mastered; but they had br…
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