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“
How
came
Miss
Vye
to
have
anything
to
do
with
it
,
if
she
was
only
on
a
walk
that
way
?
”
“
Because
there
was
nobody
else
.
She
had
gone
into
the
church
just
before
me
,
not
into
the
gallery
.
The
parson
looked
round
before
beginning
,
and
as
she
was
the
only
one
near
he
beckoned
to
her
,
and
she
went
up
to
the
rails
.
After
that
,
when
it
came
to
signing
the
book
,
she
pushed
up
her
veil
and
signed
;
and
Tamsin
seemed
to
thank
her
for
her
kindness
”
The
reddleman
told
the
tale
thoughtfully
for
there
lingered
upon
his
vision
the
changing
colour
of
Wildeve
,
when
Eustacia
lifted
the
thick
veil
which
had
concealed
her
from
recognition
and
looked
calmly
into
his
face
.
“
And
then
,
”
said
Diggory
sadly
,
“
I
came
away
,
for
her
history
as
Tamsin
Yeobright
was
over
.
”
“
I
offered
to
go
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Yeobright
regretfully
.
“
But
she
said
it
was
not
necessary
.
”
“
Well
,
it
is
no
matter
,
”
said
the
reddleman
.
“
The
thing
is
done
at
last
as
it
was
meant
to
be
at
first
,
and
God
send
her
happiness
.
Now
I
’
ll
wish
you
good
morning
.
”
He
placed
his
cap
on
his
head
and
went
out
.
From
that
instant
of
leaving
Mrs
.
Yeobright
’
s
door
,
the
reddleman
was
seen
no
more
in
or
about
Egdon
Heath
for
a
space
of
many
months
.
He
vanished
entirely
.
The
nook
among
the
brambles
where
his
van
had
been
standing
was
as
vacant
as
ever
the
next
morning
,
and
scarcely
a
sign
remained
to
show
that
he
had
been
there
,
excepting
a
few
straws
,
and
a
little
redness
on
the
turf
,
which
was
washed
away
by
the
next
storm
of
rain
.
The
report
that
Diggory
had
brought
of
the
wedding
,
correct
as
far
as
it
went
,
was
deficient
in
one
significant
particular
,
which
had
escaped
him
through
his
being
at
some
distance
back
in
the
church
.
When
Thomasin
was
tremblingly
engaged
in
signing
her
name
Wildeve
had
flung
towards
Eustacia
a
glance
that
said
plainly
,
“
I
have
punished
you
now
.
”
She
had
replied
in
a
low
tone
—
and
he
little
thought
how
truly
—
“
You
mistake
;
it
gives
me
sincerest
pleasure
to
see
her
your
wife
today
.
”
In
Clym
Yeobright
’
s
face
could
be
dimly
seen
the
typical
countenance
of
the
future
.
Should
there
be
a
classic
period
to
art
hereafter
,
its
Pheidias
may
produce
such
faces
.
The
view
of
life
as
a
thing
to
be
put
up
with
,
replacing
that
zest
for
existence
which
was
so
intense
in
early
civilizations
,
must
ultimately
enter
so
thoroughly
into
the
constitution
of
the
advanced
races
that
its
facial
expression
will
become
accepted
as
a
new
artistic
departure
.
People
already
feel
that
a
man
who
lives
without
disturbing
a
curve
of
feature
,
or
setting
a
mark
of
mental
concern
anywhere
upon
himself
,
is
too
far
removed
from
modern
perceptiveness
to
be
a
modern
type
.
Physically
beautiful
men
—
the
glory
of
the
race
when
it
was
young
—
are
almost
an
anachronism
now
;
and
we
may
wonder
whether
,
at
some
time
or
other
,
physically
beautiful
women
may
not
be
an
anachronism
likewise
.
The
truth
seems
to
be
that
a
long
line
of
disillusive
centuries
has
permanently
displaced
the
Hellenic
idea
of
life
,
or
whatever
it
may
be
called
.
What
the
Greeks
only
suspected
we
know
well
;
what
their
Aeschylus
imagined
our
nursery
children
feel
.
That
old
-
fashioned
revelling
in
the
general
situation
grows
less
and
less
possible
as
we
uncover
the
defects
of
natural
laws
,
and
see
the
quandary
that
man
is
in
by
their
operation
.
