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PART I: Chapter 8
ONE week's end Jude was as usual walking out to his aunt's at Marygreen from
his lodging in Alfredston, a walk which now had large attractions for him quite
other than his desire to see his aged and morose relative. He diverged to the
right before ascending the hill with the single purpose of gaining, on his way, a
glimpse of Arabella that should not come into the reckoning of regular
appointments. Before quite reaching the homestead his alert eye perceived the
top of her head moving quickly hither and thither over the garden hedge. Entering
the gate he found that three young unfattened pigs had escaped from their sty by
leaping clean over the top, and that she was endeavouring unassisted to drive
them in through the door which she had set open. The lines of her countenance
changed from the rigidity of business to the softness of love when she saw Jude,
and she bent her eyes languishingly upon him. The animals took a vantage of the
pause by doubling and bolting out of the way.
"They were only put in this morning!" she cried, stimulated to pursue in spite of
her lover's presence. "They were drove from Spaddleholt Farm only yesterday,
where Father bought 'em at a stiff price enough. They are wanting to get home
again, the stupid toads! Will you shut the garden gate, dear, and help me to get
'em in. There are no men folk at home, only Mother, and they'll be lost if we don't
He set himself to assist, and dodged this way and that over the potato rows and
the cabbages. Every now and then they ran together, when he caught her for a
moment an kissed her. The first pig was got back promptly; the second with
some difficulty; the third a long-legged creature, was more obstinate and agile.
He plunged through a hole in the garden hedge, and into the lane.
"He'll be lost if I don't follow 'n!" said she. "Come along with me!"
She rushed in full pursuit out of the garden, Jude alongside her, barely contriving
to keep the fugitive in sight. Occasionally they would shout to some boy to stop
the animal, but he always wriggled past and ran on as before.
"Let me take your hand, darling," said Jude. "You are getting out of breath." She
gave him her now hot hand with apparent willingness, and they trotted along
"This comes of driving 'em home," she remarked. "They always know the way
back if you do that. They ought to have been carted over."
By this time the pig had reached an unfastened gate admitting to the open down,
across which he sped with all the agility his little legs afforded. As soon as the
pursuers had entered and ascended to the top of the high ground it became
apparent that they would have to run all the way to the farmer's if they wished to
get at him. From this summit he could be seen as a minute speck, following an
unerring line towards his old home.
"It is no good!" cried Arabella. "He'll be there long before we get there. It don't
matter now we know he's not lost or stolen on the way. They'll see it is ours, and
send un back. Oh dear, how hot I be!"