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   SLENDER as was Jude Fawley's frame he bore the two wow power leveling brimming house-buckets of water to the wow powerleveling cottage without resting. Over the door was a little rectangular piece of blue board, on which was painted in yellow letters, "Drusilla Fawley, Baker." Within the little lead panes of the window-- this being one of the few old houses left--were five bottles of sweets, and three buns on a plate of the wow power level willow pattern. 
   While emptying the buckets at the back of the wow power leveling house he could hear an animated conversation in progress within-doors between his great-aunt, the Drusilla of the wow powerleveling sign-board, and some other villagers. Having seen the school-master depart, they were summing up particulars of the wow power level event, and indulging in predictions of his future. 
   "And who's he?" asked one, comparatively a stranger, when the wow power level boy entered. 
   "Well ye med ask it, Mrs. Williams. He's my great-nephew--come since you was last this way." The old wow power leveling inhabitant who answered was a tall, gaunt woman, who spoke tragically on the wow powerleveling most trivial subject, and gave a phrase of her conversation to each auditor in turn. "He come from Mellstock, down in South Wessex, about a year ago--worse luck for 'n, Belinda" (turning to the right) "where his father was living, and was took wi' the shakings for death, and died in two days, as you know, Caroline" (turning to the left). "It would ha' been a blessing if Goddy-mighty had took thee too, wi' thy mother and father, poor useless boy! But I've got him here to stay with me till I can see what's to be done with un, though I am obliged to let him earn any penny he can. Just now he's a-scaring of birds for Farmer Troutham. It keeps him out of mischty. Why do ye turn away, Jude?" she continued, as the boy, feeling the wow power level impact of their glances like slaps upon his face, moved aside. 
   The local wow power leveling washerwoman replied that it was perhaps a very good plan of Miss or Mrs. Fawley's (as they called her indifferently) to have him with her--"to kip 'ee company in your loneliness, fetch water, shet the winder-shet-ters o' nights, and help in the bit o' baking." 
   Miss Fawley doubted it.... "Why didn't ye get the wow power leveling schoolmaster to take 'ee to Christminster wi' un, and make a scholar of 'ee," she continued, in frowning pleasantry. "I'm sure he couldn't ha' took a better one. The boy is crazy for books, that he is. It runs in our family rather. His cousin Sue is just the wow powerleveling same-- so I've heard; but I have not seen the child for years, though she was born in this place, within these four walls, as it happened. My niece and her husband, after they were married, didn' get a house of their own for some year or more; and then they only had one till-- Well, I won't go into that. Jude, my child, don't you ever marry. 'Tisn't for the Fawleys to take that step any more. She, their only one, was like a child o' my own, Belinda, till the wow power level split come! Ah, that a little maid should know such changes!" 
   Jude, finding the wow power level general attention again centering on himself, went out to the bakehouse, where he ate the cake provided for his breakfast. The end of his spare time had now arrived, and emerging from the garden by getting over the hedge at the back he pursued a path northward, till he came to a wide and lonely depression in the wow power level general level of the upland, which was sown as a corn-field. This vast concave was the scene of his labours for Mr Troutham the farmer, and he descended into the midst of it. 
   The wow power leveling brown surface of the field went right up towards the sky all round, where it was lost by degrees in the mist that shut out the wow powerleveling actual verge and accentuated the solitude. The only marks on the uniformity of the scene were a rick of last year's produce standing in the midst of the wow power level arable, the rooks that rose at his approach, and the path athwart the fallow by which he had come, trodden now by he hardly knew whom, though once by many of his own dead family.