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Thank you.

Deliver my heart from this fearful, lonely place.

Send me a great love from somewhere or else I shall die.

Truly, I shall die.

Look! The brightest fire around and a witch doesn't even bother to tend it.

Dare you not say her name?

Nobody's saying her name.

Or is it bad luck?

Eustacia. You stay to your voice. I'm not afraid to say a name. See here,

Charlie. You do chores for her grandfather.

Maybe she's got you under her spell, too.

Evil things have happened since she'd come two year ago.

Garden crops withered.

Cows were the bloat. Look.

See there.

She's conjured up a wee ghost to feed her fire.

There's no wee ghost.

That's my son, Johnny.

She'd put a spell on him for sure, just like all the other young men round here.

That's you, Charlie. You ought to get yourself married, Christian.

Single sleepers are the ones who see ghosts.

That's you, Mark, Luke and John.

That's the bed that I lie on.

Diggory van.

You gave us a start, Reddle, man.

And so, my van's on the road below.

I'm looking for the direction of Bloom's End or the Quiet Woman Inn.

Well, it's been nearly two years since I've been through here, I can recall.

The North Road will take you to both places, but the inn won't be serving

tonight.

Damon Wildey, the owner, got married today.

We'll be taking the road ourselves shortly to serenade the newly marrieds.

Well, I thank you for the directions.

Good night to you all.

Good night. Good night.

The Riddlemans coming here is a sign.

Last night, I had a dream of a death's head.

No.

Two years ago, Diggory Ben was as white-skinned as any of us and a farmer.

Until he took up the selling of riddle to sheepmen.

Hopping up like that right out of the fire?

It was a sign, I say.

Hello? Everything all right in there?

Hello there.

It's Captain Fyre, isn't it?

Aye.

Rattleman.

Isn't that Thomasin Newbright?

The maiden from Bloomsend who was to be married today?

I take by your look the bridegroom's not aboard.

The simple truth is there was some mistake in the marriage license, which

can easily be corrected.

Or maybe you're a kidnapper and you've stolen her for your own.

What makes you so full of romantic notions, eh?

Oh, I forgot.

Your granddaughter, Eustacia, if I came to live with you.

She's from Budmouth, isn't she?

The young ones today.

Night, Redelman.

Then I can.

Diggory?

Was it just my good fortune you happened along to give me a ride?

I'm the poor one to ask about good fortune.

You have every right to take pleasure in my misfortune.

Go ahead.

I could never take pleasure in a day that was bad for you.

Thomas.

Walk on.

Eustacia?

I learned something on the road home, little shocky. Not likely in this dull

place. Thomasine Newbright from Bloomsend.

Her marriage today never came off.

Something about a mix-up with a license, if you believe that.

Aye, that's Damon Wildey for you.

Then I hear he's free and easy with every female without gaps in her smile.

Not a one of them can find a flaw in him.

Life is so drab on this awful heath.

A man of roguish reputation is like a fresh breeze.

I expect a letter any day saying we're not blood relations.

Enough of that fire now.

I don't want the fire anyway. I'm supposed to be home. Keep the fire up a

while longer and I'll give you the crooked sixpence I promised.

This is hardly the place for you, reddle man.

Rejected suitors don't belong outside the bridal chamber on the wedding night.

Thomasin! What are you doing here with him? Please, aunt.

Thank you, Diggory. It was very kind of you to bring me back.

What has happened? There's been no wedding.

No wedding?

It's been the worst day of my life. Oh, my dear.

How could he do this?

It's not how it seems. I can explain. No.

It's from Mr.

Wildeve's lips. I'll want the answers. You come with me.

Tamsin, I am so sorry you ran from the church in such anger this morning.

I really was not to blame.

I think you were very much to blame, Mr. Wildeve. No.

It was a stupid mistake.

I got the marriage license in Budmouth. It wasn't valid in Anglebury. And, um...

Well, that's the whole of it.

Indeed it is not.

It is a great injury to my family and to me, and one I cannot easily forgive.

For someone who so strongly objected to the marriage because you thought me

unworthy, you seem uncommonly put out that it didn't take place. Damon, please

don't make things worse. There is no need to adopt that tone with me, Mr.

Wildeve. While Thomasin lives under my roof, she is under my protection.

And she will always have my love.

Hmm.

Damn, is he mine?

I really do have every intention of completing the marriage.

Oh, dear.

If my son, Clem, were home, he would not be so careless with his cousin's

feelings. And all of a sudden, we're going home.

He can tell them you've retired.

We'll talk more of this later.

We've come to serenade your wedding, now that all the bonfires are died down.

All but one, I see.

There's your cricket sixpence.

Now hurry home now. You did well with the fire.

I've come.

You give me no peace.

How clever you are, Damon, to invent something about the license to put off

the marriage, and the truth is you love me best. You're wrong.

If it wasn't for the wrong town and the license, I'd be a married man tonight.

You'd have nothing but a ten-year-old boy to tend to your fire.

Is this the face you'd cast aside for the sake of Thomason Yobright?

It was to save my sanity.

You might go to sleep with Thomason on the next pillow, but which face will you

see in your dreams?

Then I'll ask you again. Will you leave this doghole of an England and come with

me?

You know...

I find the idea of Paris very exciting.

You will, then?

But I have this great fear now that the excitement might not last.

I once gave you sleepless nights. Admit it.

What happened?

Ask me again when the hurt of today is healed.

There are times I wish you'd never come to it, Dunheath.

There's never a time that I wish you had.

Just my cross, my misery, and it shall be my death.

What is it you really want, Eustacia?

To be loved.

To madness.

Riddles.

You may tempt me, but I won't give myself to you anymore.

You've said as much before.

I need time to think. How long?

Maybe you are a witch.

You can keep me in pain until morning.

Kiss me goodnight.

Suffer only until you get home.

So, you remembered where Rome was. Where have you been?

Tending the fire for Miss Eustacia.

As if I didn't know.

She has you under a spell.

Not so.

See here.

A crooked sixpence.

A charm to ward off the devil is what she give ye.

Eustacia? Best to come in.

Anything you wish before you go to bed?

To die in my sleep and not face another day on this graveyard of a heath.

I... I know.

I'll not ask who you were talking to.

Only I hope it has nothing to do with the sadness of Thomas in your break

tonight.

Do you think I'm a wedged grandfather?

If you are, there isn't a prettier one.

You make sure that's stacked neatly now.

Come on, Charlie.

The old friend Clem Yeobright's coming home for the holidays, I hear. Five

years. His old friends will seem as common as muck in his eyes now, I

expect. I wouldn't wonder.

Manager to a diamond merchant.

To the blazing great business he belongs to in Paris.

Aye, Paris.

The devil wasn't born there, but that's where he grew up.

I'll be performing with the mummers for Mr. Clem at the Yeobright's, Christmas.

We've not been invited.

That's a shame.

How'd you fall into the business of diamonds anyway, I wonder? You don't

fall in, you climb up.

Clemmie O'Bright was always a perusing man, books upon books. He's wonderfully

clever. I should like all that's under that young man's hair.

Too much screwing these days.

Hello, Sam. Come to think of it, Clemmie O'Bright and Eustacia would make a

pretty pigeon pair, now, wouldn't they?

Couldn't be a better couple if they were made on purpose, I'd say. They look very

natty, arm and crook together, and their best clothes are.

If he's the well-favored fellow he used to be.

Fancy Paris clothes?

They say eat top French as fast as a maiden could eat blackberries.

Too bad he's coming home when there's bad trouble about his cousin Thomasin.

My, poor Thomasin.

Her heart has ached enough about it.

Promise you won't tell Clem when he comes home tomorrow?

Your face will tell him. I won't say a word.

I'll be cheerful for his sake.

I wish you'd set your heart on someone more worthy than Mr Wildeve. You don't

see him as I do.

I make allowances for his weaknesses for the sake of his virtues.

Virtues? Oh, such virtues.

He leaves you to sit here like this week after week with one lame excuse after

another. First the magistrate is gone, then the vicar is out. Please, aunt.

You don't go out, you don't hear the talk.

They are saying that you, Stacey, are the cause of it all.

That he still sees her.

That she's put a curse on him.

Damon means to marry me. I know it.

It was hard enough thinking of you as his bride.

Without having you behave like his widow.

Clem Yoatwright is coming home for the holidays, I hear.

You know, Sam, come to think of it, Clem Yoatwright and Eustacia would make a

pretty pigeon pair now, wouldn't they?

Good day, Mr. Van.

May I pass, please?

That's you I came for a look at.

And what might a reddle man think he could find in me?

In simple terms, Miss Vi, I came to beg that you release your hold over Daemon

Wildeve so he may go through with his plan to marry Thomasson.

How dare you speak to me like this?

I mean, no disrespect.

It's not your fault you have such power over men.

That's a beauty and a manner you were born with.

I hear you once loved Thomasson yourself.

Now you act as if...

As if you want another man to have her.

If she cannot be happy without Mr. Wildeve, then I do my duty in helping

her to get him.

Do you agree to give him up?

I agree to nothing.

Make way, please.

Miss Vine?

You've heard Clem Yeobright's returning home for a visit.

If he learns of the shame his cousin Thomasson is going through, he's also

sure to learn who is at least partly the cause of it.

Redelman?

I have no doubt that Mrs. Yeobright is urging Damon Wilde to go on with this

marriage with Thomasson. If you say so.

Then Mrs. Yeobright should tell him there's someone else who also wants to

marry Thomason.

You... Mrs. Yeobright has never considered me good enough.

She doesn't have to use your name.

This devilish red that you find so offending will gradually disappear, you

know.

The boy went back to farming.

Perhaps it's not a good idea.

I'll speak to her.

And I thank you.

I don't find you offensive.

Just unusual.

Well? I can't give you an answer yet. I need more time.

There isn't time. I've given you three weeks.

Mrs. Yobright came to tell me that somebody else has asked to marry

Thomason. Really?

And am I supposed to accept Thomason Yobright's cast-offs? You know that

that's not so.

You'll come with me to Bristol.

We'll marry and turn our backs on England. The Yobrights can be damned.

A week.

Give me a week. Klim Jobright is due home tomorrow. Thomasin and her aunt

will be occupied with him. This will be our chance.

I hear Klim Jobright is a young man who stars on the rise.

Well-favoured, well-read.

Manager of a diamond business in Paris.

Grand life in the most glorious city on earth.

And what has that to do with us?

I've heard it said that Klim Jobright and I would make a pretty pigeon pair.

Those very words.

Idle talk from ignorant people, Eustacia. I can't live in torment like

this. Either tell me yes... or set me free.

Oh, no.

You must not kiss me until I've made up my mind.

Last. Just in time for Christmas.

And we picked the holly, and Thomason has brought down the choicest apples

from storage just for you. The ribstones?

Your favorites?

Oh, we must sound very rustic to this gentleman from Paris.

A fine winter's day.

Crisp apples waiting, holly boughs heavy with berries.

So, I swear you got those scratches.

Thomason, you've blossomed beyond my expectations.

How does my mother keep suitors from overrunning Bloom's End?

It's not been easy.

Stop!

What is it?

I've pictured this for so long.

Mother, I want to walk the last mile home. You don't know how I've dreamed of

coming upon the house from the path across my beloved heath.

I have something to tell you later, Mother.

But right now, I take my leave of you.

Christian?

Walk on.

What's wrong, Clem?

You've had hardly a word for us since you walked home.

Thomason thinks you're disappointed in us after all.

On my way over the heath, just by Mistover, I saw a vision,

a maiden so rare in looks. I'd been standing here in silence, trying to

recall her face and fearing I'd lose it.

She had black hair and...

Pagan eyes.

The raw material of divinity.

She spoke only one word.

But it was like the sound of soft music.

Mother, I...

Come on, get your sword, get your shield.

Put your mask up, put your helmet on. Come on, you've got to rehearse it as

though we're right. Get your sword up and go.

Here come I, St George, the valiant man, with glittering sword and shield in

hand. What mortal man would dare to stand before me with my sword in hand?

Charlie!

Here come I, the Turkish knight, coming from a Turkish land to fight.

I'll fight this man with courage bold.

If his blood's hot, I'll make it cold. My blood... My blood is hot as any fire,

so I must say thee nay.

For with my trusty sword and shield, I'll take thy life away.

You wouldn't have passed as mummers in our time.

Still, it'll have to do.

Your first outing is Monday night, Mrs.

Yeobright's. She's having a bit of a party for us on Klim's homecoming.

See that your costumes are ready.

Right, off home, all of you.

Turkish knight, aren't you, Charlie?

Here come I, Turkish knight, come from a Turkish land to fight.

I'll fight this man with courage bold.

If his blood's hot, I'll make it cold.

That's right.

Mind you have to remember it.

In your heart, you'd do almost anything for me, wouldn't you, Charlie?

I would do a good deal, miss.

Let me play your part for one night.

I'll pay you.

Half a crown.

Five shillings?

No.

Not money.

What then?

What you forbade me at the May polling, miss.

When you wouldn't join hands with me in the ring.

If you'll let me hold your hand.

Fifteen minutes.

Five.

Not with a glove.

and give us space to rhyme.

We come to show St. George's play upon this Christmas time.

And if you don't believe my word, I'll straightway call out, walk in.

Oh, great St. George, walk in, walk in, and boldly now begin.

Here come I, St. George, the valiant man, with glittering sword and spear in

hand. What mortal man would dare to stand before me with my sword in hand?

Here come I, the Turkish knight, come from the Turkish land to fight. I'll

fight this man with courage bold.

If his blood's hot, I'll make it cold.

My blood is hot as any fire, so I must say thee nay.

For with my trusty sword and shield, I'll take thy life away.

There.

You're a bit too real, lad.

Begin is the second, that champion whom I dread.

Where is the Saracen? He does long delay.

Wait! Was I

seeing things?

It is you.

You're not a boy.

Thank you, sire.

I'm amazed.

Then I've played my part well.

Clem! Here you are.

What?

Did you see her?

Who was that lovely creature?

Eustacia By, the captain's granddaughter from Miss Stobernap.

Why wasn't she invited?

Oh, come now. What's the mystery?

Now, don't force me to speak ill of her.

It would only whet your interest.

I know all about men and forbidden fruit.

Now come inside, Clem.

Your visit will be so short.

Come and let your old friends enjoy your company.

You're not an easy man to find, Redleman.

An odd hour to come looking.

I've thought about what you said.

About the need to make Mr. Wildeve come to his senses.

Young Mr.

Yeobright, enjoy your performance tonight.

And since you seem so personally interested in the outcome of this

matter, I suggest that you deliver the news to Damon Wildeve.

Me? I shall write a final letter to him, and you must deliver it on Saturday,

when I promise to meet him at Shadwater Falls.

I'm foolish, but I'm not a fool.

If this is all some breathless whim brought on by a brush with a dashing Mr.

Yeobride, I'm not acting idiot for you.

You're just as apt to change your mind when he returns to Paris.

I'm both a fool and foolish.

I'm too foolish to understand your wish to see Thomas unhappy in the arms of

another.

But I was fool enough to think you meant it.

Write the letter.

I'll give it to him.

To Mr.

Wildeve.

The more I consider the matter, the more I am convinced that there must be an end

to our acquaintance.

I have decided once and for all that we must hold no further communication.

You stay, should I?

Wilt thou, Damon, have this woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after

God's ordinance in the holy state of matrimony?

Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor and keep her in sickness and in health,

and forsaking all other, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?

I will.

Wilt thou, Thomason, have this man to thy wedded husband, to live together

after God's ordinance in the holy state of matrimony?

Wilt thou obey him and serve him, love, honor and keep him in sickness and in

health, and forsaking all other?

Keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live.

I will.

With this ring I thee wed. With this ring I thee wed. And with all my worldly

goods I thee endow. And with all my worldly goods I thee endow.

Those whom God hath joined together, let no man put aside.

Walk on.

What happened?

Susan Nansuch stabbed Eustachio Vi.

If blood be drawn in church, it stops the bewitching. Susan was frightened for

her Johnny.

What nonsense.

Bloodletting in church.

Stupid superstitions.

I came to solve the mystery of just who is Eustacia Vy.

You see her before you?

Yes.

But is she that misty apparition who appeared in the fog on the heath? Or is

she the Turkish knight who was slain at my feet?

Or is she the witch who, for her crimes, was stabbed this morning in East Egdon

Church? All three, I fear.

You have my confession.

I blush for my native Egdon, Miss Vy.

That such ignorance still exists here.

Is the injury serious?

It was shameful of Susan, not such. I wasn't aware I had such a magic

reputation. I can't imagine anyone thinking you guilty of such things.

Bewitching as you may be.

I've been blamed for many things, even the delayed wedding of your cousin

Thomason. Is there truth in what they say about Mr. Wild Eve?

I once found him amusing company, but I've sent him a letter refusing ever to

see him again, hoping that he would marry Thomason.

I succeeded.

I think it was an honorable thing to do.

There are those who'd say I confessed to appear innocent in your eyes. The only

thing you are guilty of.

is not appearing here like this five years ago and saving me a journey to

Paris. It's a dream life you've led, I'm sure.

That's for another day.

I'll call again soon, and often, if you'll allow me.

I'd be disappointed if you didn't.

Walk on. Bye, Aunt.

Walk on. Bye, Tim.

Bye.

Good luck.

Mother, I feel it was true fate that brought me back here to the Heath.

Your niece is wed, your son has come home.

You can rejoice twice in the same day.

But you're going back to a better life in Paris.

No, Mother, I'm not going back to Paris.

What? Now I can tell you my great secret.

I intend to study and start a school here. Here?

Oh, no. To educate farmers' sons and daughters. Oh, no, Clem, you cannot.

You cannot throw away all those years of study and prosperity in Paris. Why? What

for? To widen their world.

Banish ignorance and superstition. Clem! The likes of which moved Susan Nonsuch

to stab Miss Vi in church today.

Well, perhaps you should know.

They believe it was Eustacia Vy's fault that Mr. Wildeve dallied so long before

marrying your cousin.

Mother, I know.

Miss Vy told me so less than an hour ago.

The truth cleverly told is the biggest lie of all.

She expected people to say that.

Oh, you are blinded, Clem.

I want you to meet her, get to know her. Meet her?

No.

No, never.

The cruelest thing next to death a mother can suffer.

To see an unfit creature taking over the mind and life of her only son.

Don't make me speak to you in a way we will both regret.

Are you sure we should dig these up? No, Christian.

A fine specimen.

Look at that.

Just think.

An ancient druid was in here.

What a ceremony there must have been. Aye, you found the choicest of the lot,

Clem. Some man's bones been resting in that pot for a thousand years.

No man rests here.

This urn holds a beautiful maiden.

Who died of heartbreak because her world began and ended on this horrible heat

you've done her a great favor Now her spirit can escape this place and see

what wonders have come to pass in the world first off will be Paris no doubt

What

do you think Timothy wouldn't she be the perfect one to join

me in teaching the young ones around here

Lord do respect, Clem.

I can't imagine such an idea ever entering her head.

I hear you attended the opening of a barrow on the heath.

Did they find any burial urns?

A few.

I would have liked to have had one.

That's part of the history of this place.

You're trying to make me feel guilty for seeing Eustacia Vi these past few weeks.

You know full well that I gave her the urn, which was my share of the

excavation.

It's not the urn I care about.

It's you.

If it weren't for her, you would have returned to Paris long ago.

Three months you've wasted.

Absent I was a hero in the flesh, I'm a disgrace?

In deference to you, I have decided to establish a fine private school in

Budmouth. It may not make me rich, but you can take pride in my reputation as

an educator.

Day after day, reading, reading, reading.

You go blind before you find anything to lift the lot of these Heath people.

They've been content for centuries. Let them have their ghosts and their curses.

There's an eclipse of the moon tonight.

I'm going out to see it Perhaps you should tell her

Christian Cantal says dead folks come to claim their own from

people who keep those burial urns I'd be ashamed to let her think my mother would

even repeat such things

Darling, what is it?

Whenever you're a few minutes late, I fear our love is over.

Never.

I keep you waiting so I can feel you cling to me so desperately.

Shame on you.

But you're right.

It does send the blood rushing.

I can feel it.

You're missing the eclipse.

You look at it.

Tell me what you see.

A great and exciting discovery.

It changed man's whole view of the world.

Come now.

All that in one little eclipse?

Oh, yes.

I can sense the way that Copernicus or even Columbus must have felt.

Watching that curved shadow of the earth creep across the moon.

And realizing that the world was really round.

Not flat as all the ancients supposed.

Did you see it?

I see it now in your eyes.

Something else.

Something that frightens me.

What else?

What else do you see?

Sadness.

Your mother knows of our meetings and speaks against me.

All I know is that we cannot go on like this.

What? It's not seeing you that has to end.

It's parting from you that I can no longer endure.

Be my wife.

Speak to me of Paris.

Is there any other place like it on earth?

Tell me of the Tuileries and the Louvre. I hate talking of Paris.

I'm finished with Paris.

I thought it a small thing to ask.

Well, there is one sunny room in the Louvre which would make a fitting place

for you to live in.

Yes. The Galerie d'Apollon.

In the early morning.

It is a perfect blaze of splendor.

I used to visit it on Sundays.

Oh, yes.

I dislike English Sundays so much.

How I should...

Chime in with their manners over there.

We'll go back there, won't we?

I have vowed not to go back, Eustachia. You know I plan to teach. I would rather

live and die in a hermitage here with the proper work to do. You could teach

English in Paris.

It's Paris your heart is set on.

I was a fool to think it was me.

Oh, Clem, no.

No, it is you.

You'll never stay with your plan to teach, I'm quite sure, and will soon be

in Paris.

So I promise you, I promise that I will be yours forever and ever.

I'll take that as a yes, if you're afraid to say it.

Yes.

Oh, yes.

What is it?

You look ill.

I've just been at the quiet woman.

Captain Vai announced...

that you and Eustacia Vai are engaged to be married.

And then he turned and witnessed my surprise and shame.

I'm sorry, but you don't make it easy for me to talk to you.

Why do you always make it sound as though the suffering you cause me is my

own fault?

I don't mean to.

I wish I'd never lived to see this day.

See who... Throwing away everything for her.

I won't suffer this any longer in my own home.

I think you should bestow your presence where you

bestow your love.

If this is the size of mother love, then I've outgrown it.

I'm still your son and will say no more, but I'll no longer inflict myself upon

you.

I'll go.

I knew she wouldn't see me. It doesn't matter.

I've found a little cottage near Alderweireth. We can be married at once.

But you said that... I saved some money for my position in Paris.

We'll get by.

How long?

How long must we live in this little cottage?

Oh, six months, probably.

By then, I'll have finished my reading, and I'll be ready to take up my work in

Budmouth.

Six months.

No more, do you promise?

Of course.

What's the matter?

Tell me again of that one sunny room in the Louvre.

Which room was that?

The one you said would make a fitting place for me to live in.

First, set the date.

A fortnight.

But tell me.

Tell me again of that room.

The Galerie de Pologne.

In the early morning, when the sun is bright.

The rays bristle and dart from the gold and silver plate to the jewels and

precious stones till there is a perfect network of light which quite dazzles the

eye.

Oh, you should have come. It was quite beautiful.

That wedding was born of trickery.

Eustacia looks so happy.

They make a handsome pair.

Thank you.

Saw the great steed Pegasus outside our door.

We talked.

The first time I saw you, you had a small horse for company. Remember?

Of course I remember.

It was the same pony, Clem, I'm sure of it. I like to think he brought you to me

that day.

Maybe he did.

Just don't ever let him take you away from me.

The light in here is not so good.

I heard you were still about on the heath.

Do you never visit the inn?

I haven't found the occasion.

Since you haven't visited me, I decided to visit you.

Friends do that, you know.

Well, that's a pleasure I wasn't expecting.

You don't, uh... You don't look as happy as you should be. Oh, who is,

Diggory, who is?

Husbands will play the truant, you know.

I thought you might know some way to keep Damon home.

Well, that's difficult.

Because I can't imagine anyone wanting to leave your side.

I'll put my mind to it.

See if there might be some way of keeping the innkeeper in his inn.

Oh, Clem, come here.

Look at the moon.

I want to know, how does that moon appear over Paris tonight?

You can tell me.

You can hardly see it through the smoke of chimneys, and with buildings blocking

almost every window, it is far more beautiful here.

Okay.

mm-hmm

Eustacia!

Help! Eustacia!

Help!

Eustacia! Clem!

What's the matter?

I can't see the words.

It's all blurred.

I think I'm going blind.

Blind? No!

Oh, my beautiful Eustacia.

Oh, please don't let your face be lost to me.

What have I done?

What have I done?

31st of May, 1669.

I must endeavor to keep a margin in my book open, to add here and there a note

in shorthand with my own hand, and thus end all that I shall ever be able to do

with my own eyes in the keeping of my journal.

See?

Even the great Samuel Pepys, when he was but 36, had his eyes fail on him.

If it weren't for these cursed books, you'd be bright-eyed and back in Paris,

prosperous, and we would be happy.

Not sitting here talking as if this half-blindness was some kind of

blessing.

You are my blessing, Eustacia.

Fate put you at my side before this happened.

I love a smaller school now, true, but I can teach from memory and from the

heart. We can still be happy.

Is that you, Humphrey?

Yes. I didn't see you there. That's no surprise by now, eh?

Well, half of what's visible ain't worth looking at.

Wouldn't you say, Mrs. Yeobright?

I was sorry to hear about your condition, Clem.

If your work was as low class as mine, you could go on. Just the same.

Yes.

Yes! No.

How much do you get for cutting those first bundles, Humphrey?

Half a crown hundred.

On these long days, I can live well on the wages.

The outdoor exercise will do me good.

And I can keep down our expenditures with an honest occupation.

What would I need?

Well, I can lend you some leather leggings and gauntlets till you get your

own. Then you'll need a wet stone and a nook and some good boots.

Whereabouts do you go, then?

Oh, the genre.

Over the hill. Two fields.

And you've no problem selling them?

The Galerie de Boulogne.

In the early morning, when the sun is bright, the rays bristle and dart.

Until there is a perfect network of light that quite...

Mim? Eustacia?

I couldn't believe my ears.

Singing? Oh, come now, Eustacia, it's only a little song.

I came to ask if you'd mind if I went to the village picnic at East Egdon.

To dance?

Yes, I suppose so, yes.

Of course. It would be good for you.

Or are you jealous?

Of course I'm jealous.

It frightens me to realize other men now take joy in a beauty I can no longer

see. You're my husband. Is that not enough?

Only if you are my wife, without regret.

I'll come to meet you on the road and bring you home.

Eustacia. Damon.

No one out there holds a candle to you.

You startled me.

Sorry.

Do you still like to dance as much as ever?

I think so.

Will you dance with me?

Your husband and my wife are cousins.

Consider me a harmless relation.

Well,

I just discovered something.

What might that be?

With others, it's just exercise.

With you, dance becomes an art.

Why, thank you.

All such exaggerations are appreciated these days.

I'm sorry to hear about Clem.

Truly.

We all thought he was going to take you off to Paris.

Harris will have to do without me.

For the present, that means.

Her loss more than yours, I'd say.

I must be going. I'll walk you home if you want.

Clem is coming to meet me partway.

If you think it unwise.

You're in the wrong company if you're looking for wisdom.

I thank you for walking with me, Diggory.

We make good company.

You have trouble seeing, and I'd just as soon not be seeing.

There's someone coming.

It's Clem.

He's with Diggory Van.

I should go.

Neither of them would believe we went by chance.

There's Mrs. Yeobride and someone else.

I can't tell.

Clem, it is you.

Mr. Van?

Diggory, I leave you to return with a lady far too beautiful to walk alone.

Didn't anyone offer to walk with you?

One of the Heath people walked me partway.

I know so few of them by name.

Well, I hope to find you better soon, Clem.

Goodbye to you both.

Goodbye.

Strange.

You're the only one I can trust to bring me bad news with good intentions.

Your son's misfortune has led Wild Eve to show a more than casual interest in

Eustacia again.

This can only mean more unhappiness for Clem and Thomason, I fear.

I protested against their marriages. They didn't listen.

Now I'm too weak. I can do no more.

Maybe if you would mend with your son.

I think your presence would make Wild Eve walk straighter than he is inclined

to do.

I will admit to you, Rattleman, I have thought of it.

I should wish to die in peace.

He is my only son.

As for Thomason, I forgave her long ago.

And I forgive him now.

Yes, perhaps I should go.

Why have you come?

The sight of you again.

Why is he sleeping there?

He's very tired.

He goes out at half past four cutting furs.

The fates have treated you poorly.

Clem's a good man.

Most women would go far for such a husband.

You don't even breathe the same air as most women.

God, how I envy him, that sleep.

Knowing you're here gives him that peace of mind.

I have not that peace of mind.

It's his mother.

Mother?

Mother?

Clem will let her in.

I should leave.

This way.

Truly you, Stacia.

I've had all I came for.

Is this your point?

Is this your point?

You look as though you've seen a ghost.

I've seen what's worse.

A woman's face.

Looking at me through the windowpane like a stranger.

You want me to help get you to Mr. Clusius?

It's just down there.

No, I just came from there.

They wouldn't let me in.

Wouldn't let you in?

I've been cast off by my son.

What is it, Johnny?

Mr. Clem!

Mr. Clem! Mr. Clem! Johnny?

Mr. Clem! What is it? Don't be careful, Mr. Clem! Easy, lad, easy.

Your mother, Mr. Clem, on the path at Devil's Bellows. I found her. She's

dead, sir. She's dead.

No! She is, Mr. Clem.

Eustacia?

Show me!

Show me!

Where is she, Johnny? This way, Mr. Clem. Mind the branches, Clem.

Careful now.

Clem.

I dreamed she was coming.

She was on her way to my home.

But she couldn't make it.

Oh no, Mr. Clem.

She said she'd already been there, but no one would open the door to her. She

said what?

And she said, I'd been cast off by my son.

Cast off by my son?

Yes, Mr. Clint.

And she also said she'd seen a woman in the window.

There must be more to it.

Well, there's a story on the Heath, Mr. Clim, that someone was seen entering the

house. Who?

I don't know. A man. I didn't see him myself.

Who saw him?

Susan Nonsuch saw him. Timothy Faraway saw him.

Who was it? I don't know, Mr. Clim. A man. That's all I know.

Tell me.

There was a man here.

There are those on the Heath who saw him enter.

Tell me or I'll... Kill me?

Please do.

The life you forced me to live here would make dying seem easy.

I'll not kill you.

I'll not make you a martyr.

How bewitched I was.

How could there be any good in a woman everybody spoke ill of?

I confess.

I willfully didn't open the door when she knocked because I thought you'd gone

to do it yourself.

What? That is the extent of my crime toward her.

Except for a little self-pity, perhaps.

I have lived on promises you never made.

It's my nature.

I have a hungry imagination, and it's starved here.

Was the man in the house Wild Eve?

No, Glim.

The truth would spoil this grand rage you've been feeding.

Here we are.

Still within reach of each other.

But the darkest thoughts a man could think are between us now forever.

Goodbye.

What great chances have been lost to him.

Bye.

Ask me, who's that old man living at Bloom's End now?

Hello, Thomason.

Two months now, and every day you age a year.

Send for her, Clem.

I've thought of it, but the hurt of it all comes back.

I have hurt too.

I'm sure you can guess.

I never turn hope away.

If I don't hear from her soon, I'll write to her.

I don't rejoice in empty rooms.

Do it now!

Tomorrow's the 5th of November.

The bonfires will be lit.

Make it an occasion to remember.

Ah, you remind me.

These need cleaning.

A loaded pistol attracts dampness, this weather.

I've never meddled in your affairs, granddaughter.

And I've never asked what passed between you.

I'll only say you appeared happier when you had him under unfortunate

circumstances.

Happier than you seem now that you don't have him at all.

Mr. Station, tomorrow night's the 5th of November.

I'll light you a roaring bonfire that'll put all the others to shame. You'll like

that, won't you, now?

Aye.

There go my best thorn roots again.

Eamon. I saw your signal fire.

I hurried.

Charlie lit it. I didn't mean to signal you.

Well, I'm glad I came anyway.

I've done you a great harm, Eustacia.

Please forgive me.

Are you... Is this place... You do not deserve what you have

got, Eustacia.

If there is anything I can do, name it, anything you want bought, any place you

want to go, why don't you leave this place altogether?

Yes.

Yes.

I'm not wanted here.

My husband does not call to me.

If you could help me as far as Budmouth, I can do the rest myself.

I can get to Paris.

That's where I want to be.

Shall I come with you to Paris?

Meet me at Shadwater at midnight.

Drive me as far as Budmouth with the morning boat and I'll tell you then.

Please go now.

The notion will melt if we talk about it.

I'll not say a word against it.

Till midnight.

Johnny?

Feeling better?

Oh, you're still burning.

I'll make you better, Johnny.

The letter

from

Miss Eustacia.

From Mr. Clinton.

Oh, she's safe, but she was pleased to have it in the morning. Thank you.

My dear Eustacia, I am obeying my heart in writing to you.

I beg you to forgive me and say you will return.

Come to me, your husband as ever, Clem.

Weiss has been to see me. At this hour?

Eustacia's disappeared from his house.

And Damon has just driven off.

They may be leaving together.

Where is she?

She's on the bridge!

Eustacia!

No.

Eustacia!

What's happened?

I can't see her!

Where is she?

Eustacia! Is she alright?

I can't see her!

No. My love.

My love.

I lied to you, Eustacia.

I lied.

The moon over Paris is beautiful.

It is.

Eustacia.

Eustacia!

Hello, Mr. Klim. Are you all right?

It sounds like they're getting a proper start.

Tell me, Charlie, do they look happy? Aye, happy and then some.

You ought to go and join them, Mr. Klim. It's your house.

Take another look. Would you say they missed me?

No, not a bit in the world. Diggory and Thomason, a long and happy life.

Oh,

Charlie,

I almost forgot.

From that first day, I came calling at Miss Dover Knapp. Do you remember?

Yes, sir, I do.

I could tell you were fond of Miss Eustacia.

Here's a tress of her hair.

I think she'd like you to have it.

She often mentions you were kind to her.

And so I teach.

Not from any creed or system of philosophy, but from the opinions and

the actions common to all good men.

I teach because to teach is to learn.

To learn that love can only be given, never taken.

To learn that one should forgive quickly because time is short.

To learn that true beauty, like the beauty of truth, never dies.

Eustacia.

As you know, my dear friends, this beloved countryside which

called me home, I can now only dimly see.