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“
Yes
,
Miss
Eustacia
—
I
will
,
if
I
may
kiss
it
too
.
A
quarter
of
an
hour
.
And
I
’
ll
swear
to
do
the
best
I
can
to
let
you
take
my
place
without
anybody
knowing
.
Don
’
t
you
think
somebody
might
know
your
tongue
,
miss
?
”
“
It
is
possible
.
But
I
will
put
a
pebble
in
my
mouth
to
make
is
less
likely
.
Very
well
;
you
shall
be
allowed
to
have
my
hand
as
soon
as
you
bring
the
dress
and
your
sword
and
staff
.
I
don
’
t
want
you
any
longer
now
.
”
Charley
departed
,
and
Eustacia
felt
more
and
more
interest
in
life
.
Here
was
something
to
do
:
here
was
some
one
to
see
,
and
a
charmingly
adventurous
way
to
see
him
.
“
Ah
,
”
she
said
to
herself
,
“
want
of
an
object
to
live
for
—
that
’
s
all
is
the
matter
with
me
!
”
Eustacia
’
s
manner
was
as
a
rule
of
a
slumberous
sort
,
her
passions
being
of
the
massive
rather
than
the
vivacious
kind
.
But
when
aroused
she
would
make
a
dash
which
,
just
for
the
time
,
was
not
unlike
the
move
of
a
naturally
lively
person
.
On
the
question
of
recognition
she
was
somewhat
indifferent
.
By
the
acting
lads
themselves
she
was
not
likely
to
be
known
.
With
the
guests
who
might
be
assembled
she
was
hardly
so
secure
.
Yet
detection
,
after
all
,
would
be
no
such
dreadful
thing
.
The
fact
only
could
be
detected
,
her
true
motive
never
.
It
would
be
instantly
set
down
as
the
passing
freak
of
a
girl
whose
ways
were
already
considered
singular
.
That
she
was
doing
for
an
earnest
reason
what
would
most
naturally
be
done
in
jest
was
at
any
rate
a
safe
secret
.
The
next
evening
Eustacia
stood
punctually
at
the
fuelhouse
door
,
waiting
for
the
dusk
which
was
to
bring
Charley
with
the
trappings
.
Her
grandfather
was
at
home
tonight
,
and
she
would
be
unable
to
ask
her
confederate
indoors
.
He
appeared
on
the
dark
ridge
of
heathland
,
like
a
fly
on
a
Negro
,
bearing
the
articles
with
him
,
and
came
up
breathless
with
his
walk
.
“
Here
are
the
things
,
”
he
whispered
,
placing
them
upon
the
threshold
.
“
And
now
,
Miss
Eustacia
—
”
“
The
payment
.
It
is
quite
ready
.
I
am
as
good
as
my
word
.
”
