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More angry with Jude for demeaning her by coming there than for dereliction of duty, she rated him primarily from that point of view, and only secondarily from a moral one. ¡¡¡¡ "Not that you should have let the birds eat what Farmer Troutham planted. Of course you was wrong in that. Jude, Jude, why didstn't go off with that schoolmaster of thine to Christminster or somewhere? But, oh no--poor or'nary child--there never was any sprawl on thy side of the family, and never will be!" ¡¡¡¡ "Where is this beautiful city, Aunt--this place where Mr. Phillotson is gone to?" asked the boy, after meditating in silence. ¡¡¡¡ "Lord! you ought to know where the city of Christminster is. Near a score of miles from here. It is a place much too good for you ever to have much
oil paintingto do with, poor boy, I'm a-thinking." ¡¡¡¡ "And will Mr. Phillotson always be there?" ¡¡¡¡ "How can I tell?" ¡¡¡¡ "Could I go to see him?" ¡¡¡¡ "Lord, no! You didn't grow up hereabout, or you wouldn't ask such as that. We've never had anything to do with folk in Christminster, nor folk in Christminster with we." ¡¡¡¡ Jude went out, and, feeling more than ever his existence to be an undemanded one, he lay down upon his back on a heap of litter near the pig-sty. The fog had by this time become more translucent, and the position of the sun could be seen through it. He pulled his straw hat over his face, and peered through the interstices of the plaiting at the white brightness, vaguely reflecting. Growing up brought