Возвращение на родину

II. A Lurid Light Breaks in upon a Darkened Understanding

           Hewasstanding,asitmightbe,MisterYeobright,inthemiddleofthepathtoMistover,andyourmothercameup,lookingaspale—”

           “Yes,whenwasthat?”

           “Lastsummer,inmydream.”

           “Pooh!Who’stheman?”

           “Diggory,thereddleman.Hecalleduponherandsatwithhertheeveningbeforeshesetouttoseeyou.Ihadn’tgonehomefromworkwhenhecameuptothegate.”

           “ImustseeVenn—IwishIhadknownitbefore,”saidClymanxiously.“Iwonderwhyhehasnotcometotellme?”

           “HewentoutofEgdonHeaththenextday,sowouldnotbelikelytoknowyouwantedhim.”

           “Christian,”saidClym,“youmustgoandfindVenn.Iamotherwiseengaged,orIwouldgomyself.Findhimatonce,andtellhimIwanttospeaktohim.”

           “Iamagoodhandathuntingupfolkbyday,”saidChristian,lookingdubiouslyroundatthedeclininglight;“butastonight-time,neverissuchabadhandasI,MisterYeobright.”

           “Searchtheheathwhenyouwill,sothatyoubringhimsoon.Bringhimtomorrow,ifyoucan.”

           Christianthendeparted.Themorrowcame,butnoVenn.IntheeveningChristianarrived,lookingveryweary.Hehadbeensearchingallday,andhadheardnothingofthereddleman.

           “Inquireasmuchasyoucantomorrowwithoutneglectingyourwork,”saidYeobright.“Don’tcomeagaintillyouhavefoundhim.”

           ThenextdayYeobrightsetoutfortheoldhouseatBlooms-End,which,withthegarden,wasnowhisown.

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