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“
Surely
I
shall
.
Is
it
not
very
unwise
in
us
to
go
on
spending
the
little
money
we
’
ve
got
when
I
can
keep
down
expenditures
by
an
honest
occupation
?
The
outdoor
exercise
will
do
me
good
,
and
who
knows
but
that
in
a
few
months
I
shall
be
able
to
go
on
with
my
reading
again
?
”
“
But
my
grandfather
offers
to
assist
us
,
if
we
require
assistance
.
”
“
We
don
’
t
require
it
.
If
I
go
furze
-
cutting
we
shall
be
fairly
well
off
.
”
“
In
comparison
with
slaves
,
and
the
Israelites
in
Egypt
,
and
such
people
!
”
A
bitter
tear
rolled
down
Eustacia
’
s
face
,
which
he
did
not
see
.
There
had
been
nonchalance
in
his
tone
,
showing
her
that
he
felt
no
absolute
grief
at
a
consummation
which
to
her
was
a
positive
horror
.
The
very
next
day
Yeobright
went
to
Humphrey
’
s
cottage
,
and
borrowed
of
him
leggings
,
gloves
,
a
whetstone
,
and
a
hook
,
to
use
till
he
should
be
able
to
purchase
some
for
himself
.
Then
he
sallied
forth
with
his
new
fellow
-
labourer
and
old
acquaintance
,
and
selecting
a
spot
where
the
furze
grew
thickest
he
struck
the
first
blow
in
his
adopted
calling
.
His
sight
,
like
the
wings
in
Rasselas
,
though
useless
to
him
for
his
grand
purpose
,
sufficed
for
this
strait
,
and
he
found
that
when
a
little
practice
should
have
hardened
his
palms
against
blistering
he
would
be
able
to
work
with
ease
.
Day
after
day
he
rose
with
the
sun
,
buckled
on
his
leggings
,
and
went
off
to
the
rendezvous
with
Humphrey
.
His
custom
was
to
work
from
four
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
till
noon
;
then
,
when
the
heat
of
the
day
was
at
its
highest
,
to
go
home
and
sleep
for
an
hour
or
two
;
afterwards
coming
out
again
and
working
till
dusk
at
nine
.
This
man
from
Paris
was
now
so
disguised
by
his
leather
accoutrements
,
and
by
the
goggles
he
was
obliged
to
wear
over
his
eyes
,
that
his
closest
friend
might
have
passed
by
without
recognizing
him
.
He
was
a
brown
spot
in
the
midst
of
an
expanse
of
olive
-
green
gorse
,
and
nothing
more
.
Though
frequently
depressed
in
spirit
when
not
actually
at
work
,
owing
to
thoughts
of
Eustacia
’
s
position
and
his
mother
’
s
estrangement
,
when
in
the
full
swing
of
labour
he
was
cheerfully
disposed
and
calm
.
His
daily
life
was
of
a
curious
microscopic
sort
,
his
whole
world
being
limited
to
a
circuit
of
a
few
feet
from
his
person
.
His
familiars
were
creeping
and
winged
things
,
and
they
seemed
to
enroll
him
in
their
band
.
Bees
hummed
around
his
ears
with
an
intimate
air
,
and
tugged
at
the
heath
and
furze
-
flowers
at
his
side
in
such
numbers
as
to
weigh
them
down
to
the
sod
.
The
strange
amber
-
coloured
butterflies
which
Egdon
produced
,
and
which
were
never
seen
elsewhere
,
quivered
in
the
breath
of
his
lips
,
alighted
upon
his
bowed
back
,
and
sported
with
the
glittering
point
of
his
hook
as
he
flourished
it
up
and
down
.
Tribes
of
emerald
-
green
grasshoppers
leaped
over
his
feet
,
falling
awkwardly
on
their
backs
,
heads
,
or
hips
,
like
unskilful
acrobats
,
as
chance
might
rule
;
or
engaged
themselves
in
noisy
flirtations
under
the
fern
-
fronds
with
silent
ones
of
homely
hue
.
Huge
flies
,
ignorant
of
larders
and
wire
-
netting
,
and
quite
in
a
savage
state
,
buzzed
about
him
without
knowing
that
he
was
a
man
.
In
and
out
of
the
fern
-
dells
snakes
glided
in
their
most
brilliant
blue
and
yellow
guise
,
it
being
the
season
immediately
following
the
shedding
of
their
old
skins
,
when
their
colours
are
brightest
.
Litters
of
young
rabbits
came
out
from
their
forms
to
sun
themselves
upon
hillocks
,
the
hot
beams
blazing
through
the
delicate
tissue
of
each
thin
-
fleshed
ear
,
and
firing
it
to
a
blood
-
red
transparency
in
which
the
veins
could
be
seen
.
None
of
them
feared
him
.
