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“
Well
,
that
’
s
what
we
’
ll
do
,
”
said
Fairway
.
“
We
’
ll
give
’
em
a
song
,
an
’
it
please
the
Lord
.
What
’
s
the
good
of
Thomasin
’
s
cousin
Clym
a
-
coming
home
after
the
deed
’
s
done
?
He
should
have
come
afore
,
if
so
be
he
wanted
to
stop
it
,
and
marry
her
himself
.
”
“
Perhaps
he
’
s
coming
to
bide
with
his
mother
a
little
time
,
as
she
must
feel
lonely
now
the
maid
’
s
gone
.
”
“
Now
,
’
tis
very
odd
,
but
I
never
feel
lonely
—
no
,
not
at
all
,
”
said
Grandfer
Cantle
.
“
I
am
as
brave
in
the
nighttime
as
a
’
admiral
!
”
The
bonfire
was
by
this
time
beginning
to
sink
low
,
for
the
fuel
had
not
been
of
that
substantial
sort
which
can
support
a
blaze
long
.
Most
of
the
other
fires
within
the
wide
horizon
were
also
dwindling
weak
.
Attentive
observation
of
their
brightness
,
colour
,
and
length
of
existence
would
have
revealed
the
quality
of
the
material
burnt
,
and
through
that
,
to
some
extent
the
natural
produce
of
the
district
in
which
each
bonfire
was
situate
.
The
clear
,
kingly
effulgence
that
had
characterized
the
majority
expressed
a
heath
and
furze
country
like
their
own
,
which
in
one
direction
extended
an
unlimited
number
of
miles
;
the
rapid
flares
and
extinctions
at
other
points
of
the
compass
showed
the
lightest
of
fuel
—
straw
,
beanstalks
,
and
the
usual
waste
from
arable
land
.
The
most
enduring
of
all
—
steady
unaltering
eyes
like
Planets
—
signified
wood
,
such
as
hazel
-
branches
,
thorn
-
faggots
,
and
stout
billets
.
Fires
of
the
last
-
mentioned
materials
were
rare
,
and
though
comparatively
small
in
magnitude
beside
the
transient
blazes
,
now
began
to
get
the
best
of
them
by
mere
long
continuance
.
The
great
ones
had
perished
,
but
these
remained
.
They
occupied
the
remotest
visible
positions
—
sky
-
backed
summits
rising
out
of
rich
coppice
and
plantation
districts
to
the
north
,
where
the
soil
was
different
,
and
heath
foreign
and
strange
.
Save
one
;
and
this
was
the
nearest
of
any
,
the
moon
of
the
whole
shining
throng
.
It
lay
in
a
direction
precisely
opposite
to
that
of
the
little
window
in
the
vale
below
.
Its
nearness
was
such
that
,
notwithstanding
its
actual
smallness
,
its
glow
infinitely
transcended
theirs
.
This
quiet
eye
had
attracted
attention
from
time
to
time
;
and
when
their
own
fire
had
become
sunken
and
dim
it
attracted
more
;
some
even
of
the
wood
fires
more
recently
lighted
had
reached
their
decline
,
but
no
change
was
perceptible
here
.
“
To
be
sure
,
how
near
that
fire
is
!
”
said
Fairway
.
“
Seemingly
.
I
can
see
a
fellow
of
some
sort
walking
round
it
.
Little
and
good
must
be
said
of
that
fire
,
surely
.
”
“
I
can
throw
a
stone
there
,
”
said
the
boy
.
“
And
so
can
I
!
”
said
Grandfer
Cantle
.
