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“
Then
it
will
not
be
my
fault
or
Eustacia
’
s
,
Mother
.
Good
-
bye
!
”
He
kissed
her
cheek
,
and
departed
in
great
misery
,
which
was
several
hours
in
lessening
itself
to
a
controllable
level
.
The
position
had
been
such
that
nothing
more
could
be
said
without
,
in
the
first
place
,
breaking
down
a
barrier
;
and
that
was
not
to
be
done
.
No
sooner
had
Yeobright
gone
from
his
mother
’
s
house
than
her
face
changed
its
rigid
aspect
for
one
of
blank
despair
.
After
a
while
she
wept
,
and
her
tears
brought
some
relief
.
During
the
rest
of
the
day
she
did
nothing
but
walk
up
and
down
the
garden
path
in
a
state
bordering
on
stupefaction
.
Night
came
,
and
with
it
but
little
rest
.
The
next
day
,
with
an
instinct
to
do
something
which
should
reduce
prostration
to
mournfulness
,
she
went
to
her
son
’
s
room
,
and
with
her
own
hands
arranged
it
in
order
,
for
an
imaginary
time
when
he
should
return
again
.
She
gave
some
attention
to
her
flowers
,
but
it
was
perfunctorily
bestowed
,
for
they
no
longer
charmed
her
.
It
was
a
great
relief
when
,
early
in
the
afternoon
,
Thomasin
paid
her
an
unexpected
visit
.
This
was
not
the
first
meeting
between
the
relatives
since
Thomasin
’
s
marriage
;
and
past
blunders
having
been
in
a
rough
way
rectified
,
they
could
always
greet
each
other
with
pleasure
and
ease
.
The
oblique
band
of
sunlight
which
followed
her
through
the
door
became
the
young
wife
well
.
It
illuminated
her
as
her
presence
illuminated
the
heath
.
In
her
movements
,
in
her
gaze
,
she
reminded
the
beholder
of
the
feathered
creatures
who
lived
around
her
home
.
All
similes
and
allegories
concerning
her
began
and
ended
with
birds
.
There
was
as
much
variety
in
her
motions
as
in
their
flight
.
When
she
was
musing
she
was
a
kestrel
,
which
hangs
in
the
air
by
an
invisible
motion
of
its
wings
.
When
she
was
in
a
high
wind
her
light
body
was
blown
against
trees
and
banks
like
a
heron
’
s
.
When
she
was
frightened
she
darted
noiselessly
like
a
kingfisher
.
When
she
was
serene
she
skimmed
like
a
swallow
,
and
that
is
how
she
was
moving
now
.
“
You
are
looking
very
blithe
,
upon
my
word
,
Tamsie
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Yeobright
,
with
a
sad
smile
.
“
How
is
Damon
?
”
“
He
is
very
well
.
”
“
Is
he
kind
to
you
,
Thomasin
?
”
And
Mrs
.
Yeobright
observed
her
narrowly
.
