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Question 1 of 9
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Question 2 of 9
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Venn soon after went away, and in the evening Yeobright strolled as far as Fairway’s cottage. It was a lovely May , and the trees which grew on this edge of the vast Egdon had put on their new leaves, delicate as butterflies’ wings, and translucent, like .
Beside Fairway’s was an open space a little way from the road, and here were now collected all the young people from within a of a couple of miles. The pole lay with one end supported on a table, and women were busy wreathing it from the top downwards with wild-flowers.
The instincts of merry England lingered on here with exceptional , and the symbolic which tradition has attached to each season of the year were still a reality on Egdon. Indeed, the instincts of all such remote are pagan still — in these spots to nature, self-adoration, frantic gaieties, fragments of Teutonic rites to whose names are forgotten, seem in some way or other to have survived medieval religion.
Yeobright did not interrupt the preparations, and went home again. The next morning, when Thomasin pulled back the of her bedroom window, there stood the Maypole in the middle of the , its top cutting into the sky. It had sprung up in the night, or rather early morning, like Jack’s . She opened the window to get a better view of the and posies that adorned it.
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Question 3 of 9
3. Question
The sweet of the flowers had already spread into the surrounding , which, being free from every , carried to her lips a full measure of the received from the spire of in its midst.
At the top of the pole were crossed decked with small flowers; beneath these came a milk-white zone of Maybloom; then a zone of bluebells, then of cowslips, then of lilacs, then of ragged-robins, daffodils, and so on, till the lowest stage was reached. Thomasin noticed all these, and was delighted that the May was to be so near.
When afternoon came people began to gather on the green, and Yeobright was interested enough to look out upon them from the open window of his room. Soon after this Thomasin walked out from the door immediately below and turned her eyes up to her cousin’s face.
She was dressed more gaily than Yeobright had ever seen her dressed since the time of Wildeve’s death, eighteen months before.
“How pretty you look today, Thomasin!” he said. “Is it because of the Maypole?”
“Not altogether.” And then she blushed and dropped her , which he did not specially observe, though her seemed to him to be rather peculiar, considering that she was only addressing himself. Could it be possible that she had put on her summer to please him?
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Question 4 of 9
4. Question
He recalled her towards him throughout the last few weeks, when they had often been working together in the garden, just as they had formerly done when they were boy and girl under his mother’s . What if her in him were not so entirely that of a as it had formerly been?
This thought troubled him greatly. Every of loverlike feeling had gone into the with Eustacia. If he could ever love again, that love would be a of slow and laboured growth, and in the end only small and sickly, like an autumn-hatched bird.
This idea caused him such , that when the enthusiastic brass arrived and struck up, which it did about five o’clock, with apparently enough among its to blow down his house, he withdrew from his rooms by the back door, went down the garden, through the in the , and away out of sight. He could not bear to remain in the of enjoyment today, though he had tried hard.
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Question 5 of 9
5. Question
Nothing was seen of him for four hours. When he came back by the same path it was , and the were coating every green thing. The boisterous music had ceased; but, entering the house as he did from behind, he could not see if the May party had all gone till he had passed through Thomasin’s part of the house to the front door. Thomasin was standing within the alone.
She gave him a look of . “You went away just when it began, Clym,” she said.
“Yes. I felt I could not join in. You went out with them, of course?”
“No, I did not.”
“You appeared to be dressed on purpose.”
“Yes, but I could not go out alone; so many people were there. One is there now.”
Yeobright strained his eyes across the dark-green beyond the fence, and near the black form of the Maypole he could make out a shadowy , strolling idly up and down. “Who is it?” he said.
“Mr. Venn,” said Thomasin.
“You might have asked him to come in, I think, Tamsie. He has been very kind to you first and last.”
“I will now,” she said; and went out through the gate to where Venn stood under the Maypole.
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Question 6 of 9
6. Question
“It is Mr. Venn, I think?” she inquired.
Venn started as if he had not seen her — artful man that he was — and said, “Yes.”
“Will you come in?”
“I am afraid that I—”
“I have seen you dancing this evening, and you had the very best of the girls for your partners. Is it that you won’t come in because you wish to stand here, and think over the past hours of enjoyment?”
“Well, that’s partly it,” said Mr. Venn. “But the main why I’m hanging around here like this is that I want to wait till the moon rises.”
“To see how pretty the Maypole looks in the ?”
“No. To look for a that was dropped by one of the .”
Thomasin was speechless with . That a man who had to walk some four or five miles to his home should wait here for such a reason pointed to only one — the man must be amazingly interested in that glove’s .
“Were you dancing with her, Diggory?” she asked, in a which revealed that he had made himself considerably more interesting to her by this .
“No,” he sighed.
“And you will not come in, then?”
“Not tonight, thank you, ma’am.”
“Shall I lend you a to look for the young person’s glove, Mr. Venn?”
“O no; it is not necessary, Mrs. Wildeve, thank you. The moon will rise in a few minutes.”
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Question 7 of 9
7. Question
Thomasin went back to the . “Is he coming in?” said Clym, who had been waiting where she had left him.
“He would rather not tonight,” she said, and then passed by him into the house. After letting her pass, Clym too withdrew to his own rooms.
When Clym was gone Thomasin crept upstairs in the , and, just listening by the , to assure herself that the child was asleep, she went to the window, gently lifted the corner of the white , and looked out.
Venn was still there. She watched the growth of the faint radiance appearing in the sky by the eastern , till presently the of the moon burst upwards and flooded the with light. Diggory’s was now distinct on the green; he was evidently scanning the for the precious missing , walking in zigzags right and left till he should have passed over every foot of the ground.
“How very ridiculous!” Thomasin murmured to herself, in a which was intended to be satirical. “To think that a man should be so silly as to go mooning about like that for a girl’s glove! A respectable dairyman, too, and a man of money as he is now. What a !”
At last Venn appeared to find it, and he stood up and raised it to his . Then placing it in his breastpocket — as close as could be to his — he ascended the in a mathematically direct line towards his distant home in the .
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Question 8 of 9
8. Question
Clym saw little of Thomasin for several days after this; and when they met she was more silent than usual. At he asked her what she was thinking of so intently.
“I am thoroughly perplexed,” she said candidly. “I cannot for my think who it is that Diggory Venn is so much in love with. None of the girls at the Maypole were good enough for him, and yet she must have been there.”
Clym tried to imagine Venn’s for a moment; but ceasing to be interested in the he went on again with his gardening.
No clearing up of the was granted her for some time. But one afternoon Thomasin was upstairs getting ready for a , when she had reason to call for “Rachel.” Rachel was a girl about thirteen, who often took the baby out for , and she came upstairs at the call.
“Have you seen one of my last new about the house, Rachel?” inquired Thomasin. “It is the to this one.”
Rachel did not reply.
“Why don’t you answer?” said her .
“I think it is lost, ma’am.”
“Lost? Who lost it? I have never worn them but once.”
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Question 9 of 9
9. Question
Rachel looked dreadfully troubled, and at last began to cry. “Please, ma’am, on the day of the Maypole I had none to wear, and I seed yours on the table, and I thought I would borrow ’em. I did not mean to hurt ’em at all, but one of them got lost. Somebody gave me some money to buy another pair for you, but I have not been able to go anywhere to get ’em.”
“Who’s somebody?”
“Mr. Venn.”
“Did he know it was my glove?”
“Yes. I told him.”
Thomasin was so surprised by the that she quite forgot to lecture the girl, who slipped silently away. Thomasin did not move further than to turn her eyes upon the grassy where the Maypole had stood. She remained thinking, then said to herself that she would not go out that afternoon, but would work hard at the baby’s unfinished lovely plaid . She sat over her work for two hours, but her worked much less than her .
Next day she went out as usual with little Eustacia, who was just learning to take her first steps in the world. Thomasin stopped in a quiet, grassy spot to give her a little private on the green , which formed a soft to fall headlong upon when the little girl’s balance failed her.
Once, bending down to raise her daughter after another , she was alarmed to discover a man on horseback close beside her, the soft natural carpet having muffled the horse’s . The rider, who was Venn, waved his hat in the air and bowed gallantly.
“Diggory, give me my glove,” said Thomasin, whose it was under any to plunge into the of a subject which interested her.
Venn immediately dismounted, put his hand in his breastpocket, and handed her the glove.
“Thank you. It was very good of you to take of it.”