The Return of the Native

II. Humanity Appears upon the Scene, Hand in Hand with Trouble III. The Custom of the Country IV. The Halt on the Turnpike Road V. Perplexity among Honest People VI. The Figure against the Sky VII. Queen of Night VIII. Those Who Are Found Where There Is Said to Be Nobody IX. Love Leads a Shrewd Man into Strategy X. A Desperate Attempt at Persuasion XI. The Dishonesty of an Honest Woman I. Tidings of the Comer II. The People at Blooms-End Make Ready III. How a Little Sound Produced a Great Dream IV. Eustacia Is Led on to an Adventure V. Through the Moonlight VI. The Two Stand Face to Face VII. A Coalition between Beauty and Oddness VIII. Firmness Is Discovered in a Gentle Heart I. “My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is” II. The New Course Causes Disappointment III. The First Act in a Timeworn Drama IV. An Hour of Bliss and Many Hours of Sadness V. Sharp Words Are Spoken, and a Crisis Ensues VI. Yeobright Goes, and the Breach Is Complete VII. The Morning and the Evening of a Day VIII. A New Force Disturbs the Current I. The Rencounter by the Pool II. He Is Set upon by Adversities but He Sings a Song III. She Goes Out to Battle against Depression IV. Rough Coercion Is Employed V. The Journey across the Heath VI. A Conjuncture, and Its Result upon the Pedestrian VII. The Tragic Meeting of Two Old Friends VIII. Eustacia Hears of Good Fortune, and Beholds Evil I. “Wherefore Is Light Given to Him That Is in Misery” II. A Lurid Light Breaks in upon a Darkened Understanding III. Eustacia Dresses Herself on a Black Morning IV. The Ministrations of a Half-forgotten One V. An Old Move Inadvertently Repeated VI. Thomasin Argues with Her Cousin, and He Writes a Letter VII. The Night of the Sixth of November VIII. Rain, Darkness, and Anxious Wanderers IX. Sights and Sounds Draw the Wanderers Together I. The Inevitable Movement Onward II. Thomasin Walks in a Green Place by the Roman Road III. The Serious Discourse of Clym with His Cousin IV. Cheerfulness Again Asserts Itself at Blooms-End, and Clym Finds His Vocation “To sorrow I bade good morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She is so constant to me, and so kind. I would deceive…