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All
that
evening
smart
sounds
denoting
an
active
packing
up
came
from
Yeobright
’
s
room
to
the
ears
of
his
mother
downstairs
.
Next
morning
he
departed
from
the
house
and
again
proceeded
across
the
heath
.
A
long
day
’
s
march
was
before
him
,
his
object
being
to
secure
a
dwelling
to
which
he
might
take
Eustacia
when
she
became
his
wife
.
Such
a
house
,
small
,
secluded
,
and
with
its
windows
boarded
up
,
he
had
casually
observed
a
month
earlier
,
about
two
miles
beyond
the
village
of
East
Egdon
,
and
six
miles
distant
altogether
;
and
thither
he
directed
his
steps
today
.
The
weather
was
far
different
from
that
of
the
evening
before
.
The
yellow
and
vapoury
sunset
which
had
wrapped
up
Eustacia
from
his
parting
gaze
had
presaged
change
.
It
was
one
of
those
not
infrequent
days
of
an
English
June
which
are
as
wet
and
boisterous
as
November
.
The
cold
clouds
hastened
on
in
a
body
,
as
if
painted
on
a
moving
slide
.
Vapours
from
other
continents
arrived
upon
the
wind
,
which
curled
and
parted
round
him
as
he
walked
on
.
At
length
Clym
reached
the
margin
of
a
fir
and
beech
plantation
that
had
been
enclosed
from
heath
land
in
the
year
of
his
birth
.
Here
the
trees
,
laden
heavily
with
their
new
and
humid
leaves
,
were
now
suffering
more
damage
than
during
the
highest
winds
of
winter
,
when
the
boughs
are
especially
disencumbered
to
do
battle
with
the
storm
.
The
wet
young
beeches
were
undergoing
amputations
,
bruises
,
cripplings
,
and
harsh
lacerations
,
from
which
the
wasting
sap
would
bleed
for
many
a
day
to
come
,
and
which
would
leave
scars
visible
till
the
day
of
their
burning
.
Each
stem
was
wrenched
at
the
root
,
where
it
moved
like
a
bone
in
its
socket
,
and
at
every
onset
of
the
gale
convulsive
sounds
came
from
the
branches
,
as
if
pain
were
felt
.
In
a
neighbouring
brake
a
finch
was
trying
to
sing
;
but
the
wind
blew
under
his
feathers
till
they
stood
on
end
,
twisted
round
his
little
tail
,
and
made
him
give
up
his
song
.
Yet
a
few
yards
to
Yeobright
’
s
left
,
on
the
open
heath
,
how
ineffectively
gnashed
the
storm
!
Those
gusts
which
tore
the
trees
merely
waved
the
furze
and
heather
in
a
light
caress
.
Egdon
was
made
for
such
times
as
these
.
Yeobright
reached
the
empty
house
about
midday
.
It
was
almost
as
lonely
as
that
of
Eustacia
’
s
grandfather
,
but
the
fact
that
it
stood
near
a
heath
was
disguised
by
a
belt
of
firs
which
almost
enclosed
the
premises
.
He
journeyed
on
about
a
mile
further
to
the
village
in
which
the
owner
lived
,
and
,
returning
with
him
to
the
house
,
arrangements
were
completed
,
and
the
man
undertook
that
one
room
at
least
should
be
ready
for
occupation
the
next
day
.
Clym
’
s
intention
was
to
live
there
alone
until
Eustacia
should
join
him
on
their
wedding
-
day
.
Then
he
turned
to
pursue
his
way
homeward
through
the
drizzle
that
had
so
greatly
transformed
the
scene
.
The
ferns
,
among
which
he
had
lain
in
comfort
yesterday
,
were
dripping
moisture
from
every
frond
,
wetting
his
legs
through
as
he
brushed
past
;
and
the
fur
of
the
rabbits
leaping
before
him
was
clotted
into
dark
locks
by
the
same
watery
surrounding
.
He
reached
home
damp
and
weary
enough
after
his
ten
-
mile
walk
.
It
had
hardly
been
a
propitious
beginning
,
but
he
had
chosen
his
course
,
and
would
show
no
swerving
.
The
evening
and
the
following
morning
were
spent
in
concluding
arrangements
for
his
departure
.
To
stay
at
home
a
minute
longer
than
necessary
after
having
once
come
to
his
determination
would
be
,
he
felt
,
only
to
give
new
pain
to
his
mother
by
some
word
,
look
,
or
deed
.
