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“
You
are
just
like
all
women
.
They
are
ever
content
to
build
their
lives
on
any
incidental
position
that
offers
itself
;
whilst
men
would
fain
make
a
globe
to
suit
them
.
Listen
to
this
,
Eustacia
.
There
is
a
subject
I
have
determined
to
put
off
no
longer
.
Your
sentiment
on
the
wisdom
of
Carpe
diem
does
not
impress
me
today
.
Our
present
mode
of
life
must
shortly
be
brought
to
an
end
.
”
“
It
is
your
mother
!
”
“
It
is
.
I
love
you
none
the
less
in
telling
you
;
it
is
only
right
you
should
know
.
”
“
I
have
feared
my
bliss
,
”
she
said
,
with
the
merest
motion
of
her
lips
.
“
It
has
been
too
intense
and
consuming
.
”
“
There
is
hope
yet
.
There
are
forty
years
of
work
in
me
yet
,
and
why
should
you
despair
?
I
am
only
at
an
awkward
turning
.
I
wish
people
wouldn
’
t
be
so
ready
to
think
that
there
is
no
progress
without
uniformity
.
”
“
Ah
—
your
mind
runs
off
to
the
philosophical
side
of
it
.
Well
,
these
sad
and
hopeless
obstacles
are
welcome
in
one
sense
,
for
they
enable
us
to
look
with
indifference
upon
the
cruel
satires
that
Fate
loves
to
indulge
in
.
I
have
heard
of
people
,
who
,
upon
coming
suddenly
into
happiness
,
have
died
from
anxiety
lest
they
should
not
live
to
enjoy
it
.
I
felt
myself
in
that
whimsical
state
of
uneasiness
lately
;
but
I
shall
be
spared
it
now
.
Let
us
walk
on
.
”
Clym
took
the
hand
which
was
already
bared
for
him
—
it
was
a
favourite
way
with
them
to
walk
bare
hand
in
bare
hand
—
and
led
her
through
the
ferns
.
They
formed
a
very
comely
picture
of
love
at
full
flush
,
as
they
walked
along
the
valley
that
late
afternoon
,
the
sun
sloping
down
on
their
right
,
and
throwing
their
thin
spectral
shadows
,
tall
as
poplar
trees
,
far
out
across
the
furze
and
fern
.
Eustacia
went
with
her
head
thrown
back
fancifully
,
a
certain
glad
and
voluptuous
air
of
triumph
pervading
her
eyes
at
having
won
by
her
own
unaided
self
a
man
who
was
her
perfect
complement
in
attainment
,
appearance
,
and
age
.
On
the
young
man
’
s
part
,
the
paleness
of
face
which
he
had
brought
with
him
from
Paris
,
and
the
incipient
marks
of
time
and
thought
,
were
less
perceptible
than
when
he
returned
,
the
healthful
and
energetic
sturdiness
which
was
his
by
nature
having
partially
recovered
its
original
proportions
.
They
wandered
onward
till
they
reached
the
nether
margin
of
the
heath
,
where
it
became
marshy
and
merged
in
moorland
.
“
I
must
part
from
you
here
,
Clym
,
”
said
Eustacia
.
They
stood
still
and
prepared
to
bid
each
other
farewell
.
Everything
before
them
was
on
a
perfect
level
.
The
sun
,
resting
on
the
horizon
line
,
streamed
across
the
ground
from
between
copper
-
coloured
and
lilac
clouds
,
stretched
out
in
flats
beneath
a
sky
of
pale
soft
green
.
All
dark
objects
on
the
earth
that
lay
towards
the
sun
were
overspread
by
a
purple
haze
,
against
which
groups
of
wailing
gnats
shone
out
,
rising
upwards
and
dancing
about
like
sparks
of
fire
.
