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“
You
are
too
unyielding
.
Think
how
many
mothers
there
are
whose
sons
have
brought
them
to
public
shame
by
real
crimes
before
you
feel
so
deeply
a
case
like
this
.
”
“
Thomasin
,
don
’
t
lecture
me
—
I
can
’
t
have
it
.
It
is
the
excess
above
what
we
expect
that
makes
the
force
of
the
blow
,
and
that
may
not
be
greater
in
their
case
than
in
mine
—
they
may
have
foreseen
the
worst
.
.
.
.
I
am
wrongly
made
,
Thomasin
,
”
she
added
,
with
a
mournful
smile
.
“
Some
widows
can
guard
against
the
wounds
their
children
give
them
by
turning
their
hearts
to
another
husband
and
beginning
life
again
.
But
I
always
was
a
poor
,
weak
,
one
-
idea
’
d
creature
—
I
had
not
the
compass
of
heart
nor
the
enterprise
for
that
.
Just
as
forlorn
and
stupefied
as
I
was
when
my
husband
’
s
spirit
flew
away
I
have
sat
ever
since
—
never
attempting
to
mend
matters
at
all
.
I
was
comparatively
a
young
woman
then
,
and
I
might
have
had
another
family
by
this
time
,
and
have
been
comforted
by
them
for
the
failure
of
this
one
son
.
”
“
It
is
more
noble
in
you
that
you
did
not
.
”
“
The
more
noble
,
the
less
wise
.
”
“
Forget
it
,
and
be
soothed
,
dear
Aunt
.
And
I
shall
not
leave
you
alone
for
long
.
I
shall
come
and
see
you
every
day
.
”
And
for
one
week
Thomasin
literally
fulfilled
her
word
.
She
endeavoured
to
make
light
of
the
wedding
;
and
brought
news
of
the
preparations
,
and
that
she
was
invited
to
be
present
.
The
next
week
she
was
rather
unwell
,
and
did
not
appear
.
Nothing
had
as
yet
been
done
about
the
guineas
,
for
Thomasin
feared
to
address
her
husband
again
on
the
subject
,
and
Mrs
.
Yeobright
had
insisted
upon
this
.
One
day
just
before
this
time
Wildeve
was
standing
at
the
door
of
the
Quiet
Woman
.
In
addition
to
the
upward
path
through
the
heath
to
Rainbarrow
and
Mistover
,
there
was
a
road
which
branched
from
the
highway
a
short
distance
below
the
inn
,
and
ascended
to
Mistover
by
a
circuitous
and
easy
incline
.
This
was
the
only
route
on
that
side
for
vehicles
to
the
captain
’
s
retreat
.
A
light
cart
from
the
nearest
town
descended
the
road
,
and
the
lad
who
was
driving
pulled
up
in
front
of
the
inn
for
something
to
drink
.
“
You
come
from
Mistover
?
”
said
Wildeve
.
“
Yes
.
They
are
taking
in
good
things
up
there
.
Going
to
be
a
wedding
.
”
And
the
driver
buried
his
face
in
his
mug
.
