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Eustacia
,
warmed
with
an
inner
fire
,
could
not
wait
for
her
companions
after
this
.
She
flung
back
the
ribbons
from
her
face
,
opened
the
gate
,
and
at
once
struck
into
the
heath
.
She
did
not
hasten
along
.
Her
grandfather
was
in
bed
at
this
hour
,
for
she
so
frequently
walked
upon
the
hills
on
moonlight
nights
that
he
took
no
notice
of
her
comings
and
goings
,
and
,
enjoying
himself
in
his
own
way
,
left
her
to
do
likewise
.
A
more
important
subject
than
that
of
getting
indoors
now
engrossed
her
.
Yeobright
,
if
he
had
the
least
curiosity
,
would
infallibly
discover
her
name
.
What
then
?
She
first
felt
a
sort
of
exultation
at
the
way
in
which
the
adventure
had
terminated
,
even
though
at
moments
between
her
exultations
she
was
abashed
and
blushful
.
Then
this
consideration
recurred
to
chill
her
:
What
was
the
use
of
her
exploit
?
She
was
at
present
a
total
stranger
to
the
Yeobright
family
.
The
unreasonable
nimbus
of
romance
with
which
she
had
encircled
that
man
might
be
her
misery
.
How
could
she
allow
herself
to
become
so
infatuated
with
a
stranger
?
And
to
fill
the
cup
of
her
sorrow
there
would
be
Thomasin
,
living
day
after
day
in
inflammable
proximity
to
him
;
for
she
had
just
learnt
that
,
contrary
to
her
first
belief
,
he
was
going
to
stay
at
home
some
considerable
time
.
She
reached
the
wicket
at
Mistover
Knap
,
but
before
opening
it
she
turned
and
faced
the
heath
once
more
The
form
of
Rainbarrow
stood
above
the
hills
,
and
the
moon
stood
above
Rainbarrow
.
The
air
was
charged
with
silence
and
frost
.
The
scene
reminded
Eustacia
of
a
circumstance
which
till
that
moment
she
had
totally
forgotten
.
She
had
promised
to
meet
Wildeve
by
the
Barrow
this
very
night
at
eight
,
to
give
a
final
answer
to
his
pleading
for
an
elopement
.
She
herself
had
fixed
the
evening
and
the
hour
.
He
had
probably
come
to
the
spot
,
waited
there
in
the
cold
,
and
been
greatly
disappointed
.
“
Well
,
so
much
the
better
—
it
did
not
hurt
him
,
”
she
said
serenely
.
Wildeve
had
at
present
the
rayless
outline
of
the
sun
through
smoked
glass
,
and
she
could
say
such
things
as
that
with
the
greatest
facility
.
She
remained
deeply
pondering
;
and
Thomasin
’
s
winning
manner
towards
her
cousin
arose
again
upon
Eustacia
’
s
mind
.
“
O
that
she
had
been
married
to
Damon
before
this
!
”
she
said
.
“
And
she
would
if
it
hadn
’
t
been
for
me
!
If
I
had
only
known
—
if
I
had
only
known
!
”
Eustacia
once
more
lifted
her
deep
stormy
eyes
to
the
moonlight
,
and
,
sighing
that
tragic
sigh
of
hers
which
was
so
much
like
a
shudder
,
entered
the
shadow
of
the
roof
.
She
threw
off
her
trappings
in
the
outhouse
,
rolled
them
up
,
and
went
indoors
to
her
chamber
.
The
old
captain
’
s
prevailing
indifference
to
his
granddaughter
’
s
movements
left
her
free
as
a
bird
to
follow
her
own
courses
;
but
it
so
happened
that
he
did
take
upon
himself
the
next
morning
to
ask
her
why
she
had
walked
out
so
late
.
“
Only
in
search
of
events
,
Grandfather
,
”
she
said
,
looking
out
of
the
window
with
that
drowsy
latency
of
manner
which
discovered
so
much
force
behind
it
whenever
the
trigger
was
pressed
.
