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CHAPTER VIA SECOND ATTEMPT
Half…a…dozen years passed away； and Mr。 and Mrs。 Lodge's married
experience sank into prosiness； and worse。 The farmer was usually
gloomy and silent： the woman whom he had wooed for her grace and
beauty was contorted and disfigured in the left limb； moreover； she
had brought him no child； which rendered it likely that he would be
the last of a family who had occupied that valley for some two
hundred years。 He thought of Rhoda Brook and her son； and feared
this might be a judgment from heaven upon him。
The once blithe…hearted and enlightened Gertrude was changing into
an irritable； superstitious woman； whose whole time was given to
experimenting upon her ailment with every quack remedy she came
across。 She was honestly attached to her husband； and was ever
secretly hoping against hope to win back his heart again by
regaining some at least of her personal beauty。 Hence it arose that
her closet was lined with bottles； packets； and ointment…pots of
every descriptionnay； bunches of mystic herbs； charms； and books
of necromancy； which in her schoolgirl time she would have ridiculed
as folly。
'Damned if you won't poison yourself with these apothecary messes
and witch mixtures some time or other；' said her husband； when his
eye chanced to fall upon the multitudinous array。
She did not reply； but turned her sad； soft glance upon him in such
heart…swollen reproach that he looked sorry for his words； and
added； 'I only meant it for your good； you know； Gertrude。'
'I'll clear out the whole lot； and destroy them；' said she huskily；
'and try such remedies no more！'
'You want somebody to cheer you；' he observed。 'I once thought of
adopting a boy； but he is too old now。 And he is gone away I don't
know where。'
She guessed to whom he alluded； for Rhoda Brook's story had in the
course of years become known to her； though not a word had ever
passed between her husband and herself on the subject。 Neither had
she ever spoken to him of her visit to Conjuror Trendle； and of what
was revealed to her； or she thought was revealed to her； by that
solitary heath…man。
She was now five…and…twenty； but she seemed older。
'Six years of marriage； and only a few months of love；' she
sometimes whispered to herself。 And then she thought of the
apparent cause； and said； with a tragic glance at her withering
limb； 'If I could only again be as I was when he first saw me！'
She obediently destroyed her nostrums and charms； but there remained
a hankering wish to try something elsesome other sort of cure
altogether。 She had never revisited Trendle since she had been
conducted to the house of the solitary by Rhoda against her will；
but it now suddenly occurred to Gertrude that she would； in a last
desperate effort at deliverance from this seeming curse； again seek
out the man； if he yet lived。 He was entitled to a certain
credence； for the indistinct form he had raised in the glass had
undoubtedly resembled the only woman in the world whoas she now
knew； though not thencould have a reason for bearing her ill…will。
The visit should be paid。
This time she went alone； though she nearly got lost on the heath；
and roamed a considerable distance out of her way。 Trendle's house
was reached at last； however： he was not indoors； and instead of
waiting at the cottage； she went to where his bent figure was
pointed out to her at work a long way off。 Trendle remembered her；
and laying down the handful of furze…roots which he was gathering
and throwing into a heap； he offered to accompany her in her
homeward direction； as the distance was considerable and the days
were short。 So they walked together； his head bowed nearly to the
earth； and his form of a colour with it。
'You can send away warts and other excrescences I know；' she said；
'why can't you send away this？' And the arm was uncovered。
'You think too much of my powers！' said Trendle； 'and I am old and
weak now； too。 No； no； it is too much for me to attempt in my own
person。 What have ye tried？'
She named to him some of the hundred medicaments and counterspells
which she had adopted from time to time。 He shook his head。
'Some were good enough；' he said approvingly； 'but not many of them
for such as this。 This is of the nature of a blight； not of the
nature of a wound； and if you ever do throw it off； it will be all
at once。'
'If I only could！'
'There is only one chance of doing it known to me。 It has never
failed in kindred afflictions；that I can declare。 But it is hard
to carry out； and especially for a woman。'
'Tell me！' said she。
'You must touch with the limb the neck of a man who's been hanged。'
She started a little at the image he had raised。
'Before he's coldjust after he's cut down；' continued the conjuror
impassively。
'How can that do good？'
'It will turn the blood and change the constitution。 But； as I say；
to do it is hard。 You must get into jail； and wait for him when
he's brought off the gallows。 Lots have done it； though perhaps not
such pretty women as you。 I used to send dozens for skin
complaints。 But that was in former times。 The last I sent was in
'13near twenty years ago。'
He had no more to tell her； and； when he had put her into a straight
track homeward； turned and left her； refusing all money as at first。
CHAPTER VIIA RIDE
The communication sank deep into Gertrude's mind。 Her nature was
rather a timid one； and probably of all remedies that the white
wizard could have suggested there was not one which would have
filled her with so much aversion as this； not to speak of the
immense obstacles in the way of its adoption。
Casterbridge； the county…town； was a dozen or fifteen miles off； and
though in those days； when men were executed for horse…stealing；
arson； and burglary； an assize seldom passed without a hanging； it
was not likely that she could get access to the body of the criminal
unaided。 And the fear of her husband's anger made her reluctant to
breathe a word of Trendle's suggestion to him or to anybody about
him。
She did nothing for months； and patiently bore her disfigurement as
before。 But her woman's nature； craving for renewed love； through
the medium of renewed beauty （she was but twenty…five）； was ever
stimulating her to try what； at any rate； could hardly do her any
harm。 'What came by a spell will go by a spell surely；' she would
say。 Whenever her imagination pictured the act she shrank in terror
from the possibility of it： then the words of the conjuror； 'It
will turn your blood；' were seen to be capable of a scientific no
less than a ghastly interpretation； the mastering desire returned；
and urged her on again。
There was at this time but one county paper； and that her husband
only occasionally borrowed。 But old…fashioned days had old…
fashioned means； and news was extensively conveyed by word of mouth
from market to market； or from fair to fair； so that； whenever such
an event as an execution was about to take place； few within a
radius of twenty miles were ignorant of the coming sight； and； so
far as Holmstoke was concerned； some enthusiasts had been known to
walk all the way to Casterbridge and back in one day； solely to
witness the spectacle。 The next assizes were in March； and when
Gertrude Lodge heard that they had been held； she inquired
stealthily at the inn as to the result； as soon as she could find
opportunity。
She was； however； too late。 The time at which the sentences were to
be carried out had arrived； and to make the journey and obtain
admission at such short notice required at least her husband's
assistance。 She dared not tell him； for she had found by delicate
experiment that these smouldering village beliefs made him furious
if mentioned； partly because he half entertained them himself。 It
was therefore necessary to wait for another opportunity。
Her determination received a fillip from learning that two epileptic
children had attended from this very village of Holmstoke many years
before with beneficial results； though the experiment had been
strongly condemned by the neighbouring clergy。 April； May； June；
passed； and it is no overstatement to say that by the end of the
last…named month Gertrude well…nigh longed for the death of a
fellow…creature。 Instead of her formal prayers each night； her
unconscious prayer was； 'O Lord； hang some guilty or innocent person
soon！'
This time she made earlier inquiries； and was altogether more
systematic in her proceedings。 Moreover； the season was summer；
between the haymaking and the harvest； and in the leisure thus
afforded him her husband had been holiday…taking away from home。
The assizes were in July； and she went to the inn as before。 There
was to be one executiononly onefor arson。
Her greatest problem was not how to get to Casterbridge； but what
means she should adopt for obtaining admission to the jail。 Though
access for such purposes had formerly never been denied； the custom
had fallen into desuetude； and in contemplating her possible
difficulties； she was again almost driven to fall back upon her
husband。 But； on sounding him about the a