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Thomasin
lowered
her
face
to
the
apples
again
.
“
I
am
a
warning
to
others
,
just
as
thieves
and
drunkards
and
gamblers
are
,
”
she
said
in
a
low
voice
.
“
What
a
class
to
belong
to
!
Do
I
really
belong
to
them
?
’
Tis
absurd
!
Yet
why
,
Aunt
,
does
everybody
keep
on
making
me
think
that
I
do
,
by
the
way
they
behave
towards
me
?
Why
don
’
t
people
judge
me
by
my
acts
?
Now
,
look
at
me
as
I
kneel
here
,
picking
up
these
apples
—
do
I
look
like
a
lost
woman
?
.
.
.
I
wish
all
good
women
were
as
good
as
I
!
”
she
added
vehemently
.
“
Strangers
don
’
t
see
you
as
I
do
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Yeobright
;
“
they
judge
from
false
report
.
Well
,
it
is
a
silly
job
,
and
I
am
partly
to
blame
.
”
“
How
quickly
a
rash
thing
can
be
done
!
”
replied
the
girl
.
Her
lips
were
quivering
,
and
tears
so
crowded
themselves
into
her
eyes
that
she
could
hardly
distinguish
apples
from
fern
as
she
continued
industriously
searching
to
hide
her
weakness
.
“
As
soon
as
you
have
finished
getting
the
apples
,
”
her
aunt
said
,
descending
the
ladder
,
“
come
down
,
and
we
’
ll
go
for
the
holly
.
There
is
nobody
on
the
heath
this
afternoon
,
and
you
need
not
fear
being
stared
at
.
We
must
get
some
berries
,
or
Clym
will
never
believe
in
our
preparations
.
”
Thomasin
came
down
when
the
apples
were
collected
,
and
together
they
went
through
the
white
palings
to
the
heath
beyond
.
The
open
hills
were
airy
and
clear
,
and
the
remote
atmosphere
appeared
,
as
it
often
appears
on
a
fine
winter
day
,
in
distinct
planes
of
illumination
independently
toned
,
the
rays
which
lit
the
nearer
tracts
of
landscape
streaming
visibly
across
those
further
off
;
a
stratum
of
ensaffroned
light
was
imposed
on
a
stratum
of
deep
blue
,
and
behind
these
lay
still
remoter
scenes
wrapped
in
frigid
grey
.
They
reached
the
place
where
the
hollies
grew
,
which
was
in
a
conical
pit
,
so
that
the
tops
of
the
trees
were
not
much
above
the
general
level
of
the
ground
.
Thomasin
stepped
up
into
a
fork
of
one
of
the
bushes
,
as
she
had
done
under
happier
circumstances
on
many
similar
occasions
,
and
with
a
small
chopper
that
they
had
brought
she
began
to
lop
off
the
heavily
berried
boughs
.
“
Don
’
t
scratch
your
face
,
”
said
her
aunt
,
who
stood
at
the
edge
of
the
pit
,
regarding
the
girl
as
she
held
on
amid
the
glistening
green
and
scarlet
masses
of
the
tree
.
“
Will
you
walk
with
me
to
meet
him
this
evening
?
”
“
I
should
like
to
.
Else
it
would
seem
as
if
I
had
forgotten
him
,
”
said
Thomasin
,
tossing
out
a
bough
.
“
Not
that
that
would
matter
much
;
I
belong
to
one
man
;
nothing
can
alter
that
.
And
that
man
I
must
marry
,
for
my
pride
’
s
sake
.
”
“
I
am
afraid
—
”
began
Mrs
.
Yeobright
.
