At this hour Lucetta was bounding along the road to Port-Bredy just as Elizabeth had announced. That she had chosen for her afternoon walk the road along which she had returned to Casterbridge three hours earlier in a carriage was curious -- if anything should be called curious in concatenations of phenomena wherein each is known to have its accounting cause. It was the day of the chief market -- Saturday -- and Farfrae for once had been missed from his corn-stand in the dealers' room. Nevertheless, it was known that he would be home that night --"for Sunday," as Casterbridge expressed it.

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