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Meanwhile
Wildeve
and
Christian
had
plunged
into
the
heath
.
It
was
a
stagnant
,
warm
,
and
misty
night
,
full
of
all
the
heavy
perfumes
of
new
vegetation
not
yet
dried
by
hot
sun
,
and
among
these
particularly
the
scent
of
the
fern
.
The
lantern
,
dangling
from
Christian
’
s
hand
,
brushed
the
feathery
fronds
in
passing
by
,
disturbing
moths
and
other
winged
insects
,
which
flew
out
and
alighted
upon
its
horny
panes
.
“
So
you
have
money
to
carry
to
Mrs
.
Wildeve
?
”
said
Christian
’
s
companion
,
after
a
silence
.
“
Don
’
t
you
think
it
very
odd
that
it
shouldn
’
t
be
given
to
me
?
”
“
As
man
and
wife
be
one
flesh
,
’
twould
have
been
all
the
same
,
I
should
think
,
”
said
Christian
.
“
But
my
strict
documents
was
,
to
give
the
money
into
Mrs
.
Wildeve
’
s
hand
—
and
’
tis
well
to
do
things
right
.
”
“
No
doubt
,
”
said
Wildeve
.
Any
person
who
had
known
the
circumstances
might
have
perceived
that
Wildeve
was
mortified
by
the
discovery
that
the
matter
in
transit
was
money
,
and
not
,
as
he
had
supposed
when
at
Blooms
-
End
,
some
fancy
nick
-
nack
which
only
interested
the
two
women
themselves
.
Mrs
.
Yeobright
’
s
refusal
implied
that
his
honour
was
not
considered
to
be
of
sufficiently
good
quality
to
make
him
a
safer
bearer
of
his
wife
’
s
property
.
“
How
very
warm
it
is
tonight
,
Christian
!
”
he
said
,
panting
,
when
they
were
nearly
under
Rainbarrow
.
“
Let
us
sit
down
for
a
few
minutes
,
for
Heaven
’
s
sake
.
”
Wildeve
flung
himself
down
on
the
soft
ferns
;
and
Christian
,
placing
the
lantern
and
parcel
on
the
ground
,
perched
himself
in
a
cramped
position
hard
by
,
his
knees
almost
touching
his
chin
.
He
presently
thrust
one
hand
into
his
coat
-
pocket
and
began
shaking
it
about
.
“
What
are
you
rattling
in
there
?
”
said
Wildeve
.
“
Only
the
dice
,
sir
,
”
said
Christian
,
quickly
withdrawing
his
hand
.
“
What
magical
machines
these
little
things
be
,
Mr
.
Wildeve
!
’
Tis
a
game
I
should
never
get
tired
of
.
Would
you
mind
my
taking
’
em
out
and
looking
at
’
em
for
a
minute
,
to
see
how
they
are
made
?
I
didn
’
t
like
to
look
close
before
the
other
men
,
for
fear
they
should
think
it
bad
manners
in
me
.
”
Christian
took
them
out
and
examined
them
in
the
hollow
of
his
hand
by
the
lantern
light
.
“
That
these
little
things
should
carry
such
luck
,
and
such
charm
,
and
such
a
spell
,
and
such
power
in
’
em
,
passes
all
I
ever
heard
or
zeed
,
”
he
went
on
,
with
a
fascinated
gaze
at
the
dice
,
which
,
as
is
frequently
the
case
in
country
places
,
were
made
of
wood
,
the
points
being
burnt
upon
each
face
with
the
end
of
a
wire
.
“
They
are
a
great
deal
in
a
small
compass
,
You
think
?
”
