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When
he
had
reclined
for
some
considerable
time
,
gloomily
pondering
,
he
discerned
above
the
ferns
a
drawn
bonnet
of
white
silk
approaching
from
the
left
,
and
Yeobright
knew
directly
that
it
covered
the
head
of
her
he
loved
.
His
heart
awoke
from
its
apathy
to
a
warm
excitement
,
and
,
jumping
to
his
feet
,
he
said
aloud
,
“
I
knew
she
was
sure
to
come
.
”
She
vanished
in
a
hollow
for
a
few
moments
,
and
then
her
whole
form
unfolded
itself
from
the
brake
.
“
Only
you
here
?
”
she
exclaimed
,
with
a
disappointed
air
,
whose
hollowness
was
proved
by
her
rising
redness
and
her
half
-
guilty
low
laugh
.
“
Where
is
Mrs
.
Yeobright
?
”
“
She
has
not
come
,
”
he
replied
in
a
subdued
tone
.
“
I
wish
I
had
known
that
you
would
be
here
alone
,
”
she
said
seriously
,
“
and
that
we
were
going
to
have
such
an
idle
,
pleasant
time
as
this
.
Pleasure
not
known
beforehand
is
half
wasted
;
to
anticipate
it
is
to
double
it
.
I
have
not
thought
once
today
of
having
you
all
to
myself
this
afternoon
,
and
the
actual
moment
of
a
thing
is
so
soon
gone
.
”
“
It
is
indeed
.
”
“
Poor
Clym
!
”
she
continued
,
looking
tenderly
into
his
face
.
“
You
are
sad
.
Something
has
happened
at
your
home
.
Never
mind
what
is
—
let
us
only
look
at
what
seems
.
”
“
But
,
darling
,
what
shall
we
do
?
”
said
he
.
“
Still
go
on
as
we
do
now
—
just
live
on
from
meeting
to
meeting
,
never
minding
about
another
day
.
You
,
I
know
,
are
always
thinking
of
that
—
I
can
see
you
are
.
But
you
must
not
—
will
you
,
dear
Clym
?
”
