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“
I
remember
when
I
had
the
same
longing
for
town
bustle
.
Five
years
of
a
great
city
would
be
a
perfect
cure
for
that
.
”
“
Heaven
send
me
such
a
cure
!
Now
,
Mr
.
Yeobright
,
I
will
go
indoors
and
plaster
my
wounded
hand
.
”
They
separated
,
and
Eustacia
vanished
in
the
increasing
shade
.
She
seemed
full
of
many
things
.
Her
past
was
a
blank
,
her
life
had
begun
.
The
effect
upon
Clym
of
this
meeting
he
did
not
fully
discover
till
some
time
after
.
During
his
walk
home
his
most
intelligible
sensation
was
that
his
scheme
had
somehow
become
glorified
.
A
beautiful
woman
had
been
intertwined
with
it
.
On
reaching
the
house
he
went
up
to
the
room
which
was
to
be
made
his
study
,
and
occupied
himself
during
the
evening
in
unpacking
his
books
from
the
boxes
and
arranging
them
on
shelves
.
From
another
box
he
drew
a
lamp
and
a
can
of
oil
.
He
trimmed
the
lamp
,
arranged
his
table
,
and
said
,
“
Now
,
I
am
ready
to
begin
.
”
He
rose
early
the
next
morning
,
read
two
hours
before
breakfast
by
the
light
of
his
lamp
—
read
all
the
morning
,
all
the
afternoon
.
Just
when
the
sun
was
going
down
his
eyes
felt
weary
,
and
he
leant
back
in
his
chair
.
His
room
overlooked
the
front
of
the
premises
and
the
valley
of
the
heath
beyond
.
The
lowest
beams
of
the
winter
sun
threw
the
shadow
of
the
house
over
the
palings
,
across
the
grass
margin
of
the
heath
,
and
far
up
the
vale
,
where
the
chimney
outlines
and
those
of
the
surrounding
tree
-
tops
stretched
forth
in
long
dark
prongs
.
Having
been
seated
at
work
all
day
,
he
decided
to
take
a
turn
upon
the
hills
before
it
got
dark
;
and
,
going
out
forthwith
,
he
struck
across
the
heath
towards
Mistover
.
It
was
an
hour
and
a
half
later
when
he
again
appeared
at
the
garden
gate
.
The
shutters
of
the
house
were
closed
,
and
Christian
Cantle
,
who
had
been
wheeling
manure
about
the
garden
all
day
,
had
gone
home
.
On
entering
he
found
that
his
mother
,
after
waiting
a
long
time
for
him
,
had
finished
her
meal
.
“
Where
have
you
been
,
Clym
?
”
she
immediately
said
.
“
Why
didn
’
t
you
tell
me
that
you
were
going
away
at
this
time
?
”
“
I
have
been
on
the
heath
.
”
