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In
half
an
hour
he
stood
at
the
top
.
The
sky
was
clear
from
verge
to
verge
,
and
the
moon
flung
her
rays
over
the
whole
heath
,
but
without
sensibly
lighting
it
,
except
where
paths
and
water
-
courses
had
laid
bare
the
white
flints
and
glistening
quartz
sand
,
which
made
streaks
upon
the
general
shade
.
After
standing
awhile
he
stooped
and
felt
the
heather
.
It
was
dry
,
and
he
flung
himself
down
upon
the
barrow
,
his
face
towards
the
moon
,
which
depicted
a
small
image
of
herself
in
each
of
his
eyes
.
He
had
often
come
up
here
without
stating
his
purpose
to
his
mother
;
but
this
was
the
first
time
that
he
had
been
ostensibly
frank
as
to
his
purpose
while
really
concealing
it
.
It
was
a
moral
situation
which
,
three
months
earlier
,
he
could
hardly
have
credited
of
himself
.
In
returning
to
labour
in
this
sequestered
spot
he
had
anticipated
an
escape
from
the
chafing
of
social
necessities
;
yet
behold
they
were
here
also
.
More
than
ever
he
longed
to
be
in
some
world
where
personal
ambition
was
not
the
only
recognized
form
of
progress
—
such
,
perhaps
,
as
might
have
been
the
case
at
some
time
or
other
in
the
silvery
globe
then
shining
upon
him
.
His
eye
travelled
over
the
length
and
breadth
of
that
distant
country
—
over
the
Bay
of
Rainbows
,
the
sombre
Sea
of
Crises
,
the
Ocean
of
Storms
,
the
Lake
of
Dreams
,
the
vast
Walled
Plains
,
and
the
wondrous
Ring
Mountains
—
till
he
almost
felt
himself
to
be
voyaging
bodily
through
its
wild
scenes
,
standing
on
its
hollow
hills
,
traversing
its
deserts
,
descending
its
vales
and
old
sea
bottoms
,
or
mounting
to
the
edges
of
its
craters
.
While
he
watched
the
far
-
removed
landscape
a
tawny
stain
grew
into
being
on
the
lower
verge
—
the
eclipse
had
begun
.
This
marked
a
preconcerted
moment
—
for
the
remote
celestial
phenomenon
had
been
pressed
into
sublunary
service
as
a
lover
’
s
signal
.
Yeobright
’
s
mind
flew
back
to
earth
at
the
sight
;
he
arose
,
shook
himself
and
listened
.
Minute
after
minute
passed
by
,
perhaps
ten
minutes
passed
,
and
the
shadow
on
the
moon
perceptibly
widened
.
He
heard
a
rustling
on
his
left
hand
,
a
cloaked
figure
with
an
upturned
face
appeared
at
the
base
of
the
Barrow
,
and
Clym
descended
.
In
a
moment
the
figure
was
in
his
arms
,
and
his
lips
upon
hers
.
“
My
Eustacia
!
”
“
Clym
,
dearest
!
”
Such
a
situation
had
less
than
three
months
brought
forth
.
They
remained
long
without
a
single
utterance
,
for
no
language
could
reach
the
level
of
their
condition
—
words
were
as
the
rusty
implements
of
a
by
-
gone
barbarous
epoch
,
and
only
to
be
occasionally
tolerated
.
“
I
began
to
wonder
why
you
did
not
come
,
”
said
Yeobright
,
when
she
had
withdrawn
a
little
from
his
embrace
.
“
You
said
ten
minutes
after
the
first
mark
of
shade
on
the
edge
of
the
moon
,
and
that
’
s
what
it
is
now
.
”
