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“
I
thought
Mrs
.
Yeobright
was
a
ladylike
woman
?
A
curate
’
s
daughter
,
was
she
not
?
”
“
Yes
;
but
she
was
obliged
to
live
as
her
husband
did
;
and
I
suppose
she
has
taken
kindly
to
it
by
this
time
.
Ah
,
I
recollect
that
I
once
accidentally
offended
her
,
and
I
have
never
seen
her
since
.
”
That
night
was
an
eventful
one
to
Eustacia
’
s
brain
,
and
one
which
she
hardly
ever
forgot
.
She
dreamt
a
dream
;
and
few
human
beings
,
from
Nebuchadnezzar
to
the
Swaffham
tinker
,
ever
dreamt
a
more
remarkable
one
.
Such
an
elaborately
developed
,
perplexing
,
exciting
dream
was
certainly
never
dreamed
by
a
girl
in
Eustacia
’
s
situation
before
.
It
had
as
many
ramifications
as
the
Cretan
labyrinth
,
as
many
fluctuations
as
the
northern
lights
,
as
much
colour
as
a
parterre
in
June
,
and
was
as
crowded
with
figures
as
a
coronation
.
To
Queen
Scheherazade
the
dream
might
have
seemed
not
far
removed
from
commonplace
;
and
to
a
girl
just
returned
from
all
the
courts
of
Europe
it
might
have
seemed
not
more
than
interesting
.
But
amid
the
circumstances
of
Eustacia
’
s
life
it
was
as
wonderful
as
a
dream
could
be
.
There
was
,
however
,
gradually
evolved
from
its
transformation
scenes
a
less
extravagant
episode
,
in
which
the
heath
dimly
appeared
behind
the
general
brilliancy
of
the
action
.
She
was
dancing
to
wondrous
music
,
and
her
partner
was
the
man
in
silver
armour
who
had
accompanied
her
through
the
previous
fantastic
changes
,
the
visor
of
his
helmet
being
closed
.
The
mazes
of
the
dance
were
ecstatic
.
Soft
whispering
came
into
her
ear
from
under
the
radiant
helmet
,
and
she
felt
like
a
woman
in
Paradise
.
Suddenly
these
two
wheeled
out
from
the
mass
of
dancers
,
dived
into
one
of
the
pools
of
the
heath
,
and
came
out
somewhere
into
an
iridescent
hollow
,
arched
with
rainbows
.
“
It
must
be
here
,
”
said
the
voice
by
her
side
,
and
blushingly
looking
up
she
saw
him
removing
his
casque
to
kiss
her
.
At
that
moment
there
was
a
cracking
noise
,
and
his
figure
fell
into
fragments
like
a
pack
of
cards
.
She
cried
aloud
.
“
O
that
I
had
seen
his
face
!
”
Eustacia
awoke
.
The
cracking
had
been
that
of
the
window
shutter
downstairs
,
which
the
maid
-
servant
was
opening
to
let
in
the
day
,
now
slowly
increasing
to
Nature
’
s
meagre
allowance
at
this
sickly
time
of
the
year
.
“
O
that
I
had
seen
his
face
!
”
she
said
again
.
“
’
Twas
meant
for
Mr
.
Yeobright
!
”
When
she
became
cooler
she
perceived
that
many
of
the
phases
of
the
dream
had
naturally
arisen
out
of
the
images
and
fancies
of
the
day
before
.
But
this
detracted
little
from
its
interest
,
which
lay
in
the
excellent
fuel
it
provided
for
newly
kindled
fervour
.
She
was
at
the
modulating
point
between
indifference
and
love
,
at
the
stage
called
“
having
a
fancy
for
.
”
It
occurs
once
in
the
history
of
the
most
gigantic
passions
,
and
it
is
a
period
when
they
are
in
the
hands
of
the
weakest
will
.
The
perfervid
woman
was
by
this
time
half
in
love
with
a
vision
.
The
fantastic
nature
of
her
passion
,
which
lowered
her
as
an
intellect
,
raised
her
as
a
soul
.
If
she
had
had
a
little
more
self
-
control
she
would
have
attenuated
the
emotion
to
nothing
by
sheer
reasoning
,
and
so
have
killed
it
off
