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There
was
a
slight
hoarfrost
that
night
,
and
the
moon
,
though
not
more
than
half
full
,
threw
a
spirited
and
enticing
brightness
upon
the
fantastic
figures
of
the
mumming
band
,
whose
plumes
and
ribbons
rustled
in
their
walk
like
autumn
leaves
.
Their
path
was
not
over
Rainbarrow
now
,
but
down
a
valley
which
left
that
ancient
elevation
a
little
to
the
east
.
The
bottom
of
the
vale
was
green
to
a
width
of
ten
yards
or
thereabouts
,
and
the
shining
facets
of
frost
upon
the
blades
of
grass
seemed
to
move
on
with
the
shadows
of
those
they
surrounded
.
The
masses
of
furze
and
heath
to
the
right
and
left
were
dark
as
ever
;
a
mere
half
-
moon
was
powerless
to
silver
such
sable
features
as
theirs
.
Half
-
an
-
hour
of
walking
and
talking
brought
them
to
the
spot
in
the
valley
where
the
grass
riband
widened
and
led
down
to
the
front
of
the
house
.
At
sight
of
the
place
Eustacia
who
had
felt
a
few
passing
doubts
during
her
walk
with
the
youths
,
again
was
glad
that
the
adventure
had
been
undertaken
.
She
had
come
out
to
see
a
man
who
might
possibly
have
the
power
to
deliver
her
soul
from
a
most
deadly
oppression
.
What
was
Wildeve
?
Interesting
,
but
inadequate
.
Perhaps
she
would
see
a
sufficient
hero
tonight
.
As
they
drew
nearer
to
the
front
of
the
house
the
mummers
became
aware
that
music
and
dancing
were
briskly
flourishing
within
.
Every
now
and
then
a
long
low
note
from
the
serpent
,
which
was
the
chief
wind
instrument
played
at
these
times
,
advanced
further
into
the
heath
than
the
thin
treble
part
,
and
reached
their
ears
alone
;
and
next
a
more
than
usual
loud
tread
from
a
dancer
would
come
the
same
way
.
With
nearer
approach
these
fragmentary
sounds
became
pieced
together
,
and
were
found
to
be
the
salient
points
of
the
tune
called
“
Nancy
’
s
Fancy
.
”
He
was
there
,
of
course
.
Who
was
she
that
he
danced
with
?
Perhaps
some
unknown
woman
,
far
beneath
herself
in
culture
,
was
by
the
most
subtle
of
lures
sealing
his
fate
this
very
instant
.
To
dance
with
a
man
is
to
concentrate
a
twelvemonth
’
s
regulation
fire
upon
him
in
the
fragment
of
an
hour
.
To
pass
to
courtship
without
acquaintance
,
to
pass
to
marriage
without
courtship
,
is
a
skipping
of
terms
reserved
for
those
alone
who
tread
this
royal
road
.
She
would
see
how
his
heart
lay
by
keen
observation
of
them
all
.
The
enterprising
lady
followed
the
mumming
company
through
the
gate
in
the
white
paling
,
and
stood
before
the
open
porch
.
The
house
was
encrusted
with
heavy
thatchings
,
which
dropped
between
the
upper
windows
;
the
front
,
upon
which
the
moonbeams
directly
played
,
had
originally
been
white
;
but
a
huge
pyracanth
now
darkened
the
greater
portion
.
It
became
at
once
evident
that
the
dance
was
proceeding
immediately
within
the
surface
of
the
door
,
no
apartment
intervening
.
The
brushing
of
skirts
and
elbows
,
sometimes
the
bumping
of
shoulders
,
could
be
heard
against
the
very
panels
.
Eustacia
,
though
living
within
two
miles
of
the
place
,
had
never
seen
the
interior
of
this
quaint
old
habitation
.
Between
Captain
Vye
and
the
Yeobrights
there
had
never
existed
much
acquaintance
,
the
former
having
come
as
a
stranger
and
purchased
the
long
-
empty
house
at
Mistover
Knap
not
long
before
the
death
of
Mrs
.
Yeobright
’
s
husband
;
and
with
that
event
and
the
departure
of
her
son
such
friendship
as
had
grown
up
became
quite
broken
off
.
“
Is
there
no
passage
inside
the
door
,
then
?
”
asked
Eustacia
as
they
stood
within
the
porch
.
“
No
,
”
said
the
lad
who
played
the
Saracen
.
“
The
door
opens
right
upon
the
front
sitting
-
room
,
where
the
spree
’
s
going
on
.
”
“
So
that
we
cannot
open
the
door
without
stopping
the
dance
.
”
“
That
’
s
it
.
Here
we
must
bide
till
they
have
done
,
for
they
always
bolt
the
back
door
after
dark
.
”
