Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy_Level 5 Penguin Readers.pdf

Jude the Obscure

THOMAS HARDY

Level 5

Retold by Katherine Mattock

Series Editors: Andy Hopkins and Jocelyn Potter

Pearson Education Limited

Edinburgh Gate, Harlow,

Essex CM20 2JE, England

and Associated Companies throughout the world.

Contents

page

ISBN 0 582 41819 4

Introduction

Part 1 At Marygreen

Chapter 1 Goodbye, Mr Phillotson

Chapter 2 Preparing for Christminster

Chapter 3 Arabella

Chapter 4 Tricked into Marriage

Chapter 5 Some Family History

Part 2 At Christminster

Chapter 6 The First Sight of Sue

Chapter 7 A Teaching Position

Chapter 8 The Hell of Failure

Part 3 At Melchester

Chapter 9 Learning about Sue

Chapter 10 A Night Away from College

Chapter 11 To Love or Not?

Chapter 12 With Fear in her Eyes

Chapter 13 Arabella Reappears

Chapter 14 Arabella's Second Choice

Part 4 At Shaston

Chapter 15 'We Two Are in Tune'

Chapter 16 Separate Lives

Chapter 17 Two Rooms at the Inn

Chapter 18 Phillotson Dismissed

Part 5 At Aldbrickham and Elsewhere

Chapter 19 'The Little Bird Is Caught at Last'

Chapter 20 Little Father Time

Chapter 21 At the Great Wessex Show

Chapter 22 Disapproval

Chapter 23 Arabella Meets Phillotson

Part 6 At Christminster Again

Chapter 24 In the Streets of Christminster

'Because We Are Too Many'

Separation

Remarriage

Back with Arabella

To See Sue Again

Remembrance Day

Jude the Obscure was first published in 1896

This adaptation first published by Penguin Books 1993

Published by Addison Wesley Longman Limited and Penguin Books Ltd. 1998

New edition first published 1999

Second impression 2000

Published by Pearson Education Limited in association with

Penguin Books Ltd., both companies being subsidiaries of Pearson Pic

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Activities

Introduction

PART 1

AT MARYGREEN

We loved each other too much, too selfishly, you and I, Jude; and now

we're punished . . .'

Chapter 1 Goodbye, Mr Phillotson

Young Jude Fawley lives in the sleepy village of Marygreen but

he often looks across the fields to the roofs and spires of the city

of Christminster. He promises himself that one day he will leave

his obscure life in Marygreen and go there. He will study at the

university, enter the church and become a great man.

But it is not easy for a poor boy to follow the path Jude

has chosen, and life has many surprises for him. First, there is

Arabella Donn, the beautiful country girl who is looking for a

husband. And then there is Sue Bridehead, whom Jude loves.

The schoolmaster was leaving the village and everybody seemed

sorry. As his belongings were brought out of the schoolhouse,

tears came into the eyes of a small boy of eleven, one of his

night-school pupils.

'Why are you going to Christminster, Mr Phillotson?' asked

the boy.

'You wouldn't understand, Jude,' the schoolmaster said kindly.

'You will, perhaps, when you are older.'

'I think I would understand now, Mr Phillotson.'

'Well then,' said the teacher. 'I'm going to Christminster to be

near the university. My dream is to go to university and then to

enter the Church.'

Jude helped to lift Phillotson's things onto a cart, all except a

piano. 'Aunt can look after that,' the boy suggested, 'until you

send for it.'

At nine o'clock, the schoolmaster got up into the cart beside

his box of books. 'Goodbye, my friends,' he said. 'Be a good boy,

Jude. Be kind to animals and read all you can. And if you ever

come to Christminster, hunt me out.'

The horse and cart moved off across the village green, past the

well and the old cottages and the new church. Jude looked sadly

down into the well at the water far below. 'He was too clever to

stay here any longer,' he said to himself. 'A small, sleepy village

like Marygreen!'

'Bring me that water, you lazy young good-for-nothing!' A

thin old woman had come to the door of her cottage.

Jude waved, picked up his buckets and walked across the green.

Thomas Hardy was born in 1840, in Upper Bockhampton, a

village near Dorchester in the south-west of England. His father

was a stone-mason and builder. Thomas was educated at local

schools and then got a job in a local architect's office, where he

remained for ten years. In 1861, he moved to London and

studied at evening classes. He began to write stories. One of his

early books was Under the Greenwood Tree (1872). The book was

quite successful, and Hardy decided to give up architecture and

become a professional writer. In 1874, he completed Far from the

Madding Crowd. This novel already has some of the sadness and

seriousness that are to be found in Hardy's later work. Other

novels followed, all set in 'Wessex', the south-west of England

where he grew up: The Mayor of Casterbridge (1886), The Wood-

landers (1887), Tess of the D'Urbervilles (1891) and Jude the Obscure

(1896).

Hardy died in 1928 at the age of eighty-eight.

A little blue sign over the door of the cottage said, 'Drusilla

Fawley, baker'. This was Jude's great-aunt, his grandfather's sister.

As he emptied the buckets, he could hear her talking inside to

some of the other village women.

'And who's he ?' asked a newcomer when Jude entered.

'My great-nephew,' replied Miss Fawley. 'He came up to me

from South Wessex a year ago, when his father died. Poor useless

boy! But he has to earn a penny wherever he can. Just now, he

keeps the birds away for Farmer Troutham.'

'And he can help you with the baking, I suppose.'

'Hmph!' said Miss Fawley. 'It's a pity the schoolmaster didn't

take him with him to Christminster. The boy's crazy for books.

His cousin Sue's the same, I've heard, though I've hardly seen her

since her mother - well, I won't go into that. Jude,' she said, turn-

ing to him, 'don't you ever marry. The Fawleys shouldn't marry.'

Jude went out to the bakehouse and ate the cake put out for

his breakfast. Then he climbed over a hedge onto a path that led

down to a large, lonely field planted with crops.

Clackety-clack. Clackety-clack. Every few seconds, the boy

banged together two pieces of wood to frighten the birds away.

Then, feeling tired and sorry for them, he threw down the clacker.

'Farmer Troutham can afford to let you have some dinner,' he

said aloud. 'Eat, my dear little birdies!' The birds, black shapes on

the brown earth, stayed and ate.

WHAM-CLACK! Jude and the birds rose together into

the air as a red-faced farmer hit the boy on the seat of his trousers

with his own clacker. 'So!' shouted Troutham, hitting him again

and again on his behind. 'It's "Eat, my dear birdies", is it, young

man? That's how you earn your sixpence a day keeping the birds

off my crops!' He stopped at last. 'Here's your payment for today.

Now, go home and don't let me ever see you on my fields again!'

Jude found his aunt at home selling a loaf to a little girl.

'Why are you back so early?' the old woman demanded.

'Mr Troutham has sent me away because I let the birds eat a

little bit. There are the last wages I shall ever earn!' Jude threw

the sixpence tragically onto the table.

'Ah! Why didn't you go to Christminster with that school-

master of yours?'

Jude helped his aunt for the rest of the morning. Then he

went into the village and asked a man where Christminster was.

'Over there, about twenty miles away.' The man pointed to

the north-east, past Farmer Troutham's field.

Jude's curiosity increased. The railway had brought him from

the south up to Marygreen, but he had never been north beyond

it. Quietly, he went back down to Troutham's field and up the

far side, to where the path joined the main road. To his surprise,

he found he was looking down on miles of flat lowland.

Not far from the road stood a farm building known as the

Brown House. Jude stopped when he noticed a ladder and two

men repairing the roof.

'I want to know where Christminster is, please,' he said.

'It's out across there, past those trees.' One of the men pointed.

'You can see it on a clear day.'

'The best time to see it,' said the other man, looking in the

same direction, 'is when the sun's going down, all flaming red.

But you can't see it now. It's too cloudy.'

In the evening, when Jude passed the Brown House again on

his way home, the ladder was still there though the men had

gone. He climbed up it, prayed, and waited.

About quarter of an hour before sunset, the clouds thinned in

the west. Jude looked to the north-east as the men had told him.

There, now, he could see points of light. The air became clearer

still. Now the points of light showed themselves as the windows

and shiny wet roofs and spires of a city. It was Christminster!

The boy looked on and on, until suddenly the shine went and

the city was hidden again. The sun had set.

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