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“
Only
the
wind
,
”
said
the
turf
-
cutter
.
“
I
don
’
t
think
Fifth
-
of
-
Novembers
ought
to
be
kept
up
by
night
except
in
towns
.
It
should
be
by
day
in
outstep
,
ill
-
accounted
places
like
this
!
”
“
Nonsense
,
Christian
.
Lift
up
your
spirits
like
a
man
!
Susy
,
dear
,
you
and
I
will
have
a
jig
—
hey
,
my
honey
?
—
before
’
tis
quite
too
dark
to
see
how
well
-
favoured
you
be
still
,
though
so
many
summers
have
passed
since
your
husband
,
a
son
of
a
witch
,
snapped
you
up
from
me
.
”
This
was
addressed
to
Susan
Nunsuch
;
and
the
next
circumstance
of
which
the
beholders
were
conscious
was
a
vision
of
the
matron
’
s
broad
form
whisking
off
towards
the
space
whereon
the
fire
had
been
kindled
.
She
was
lifted
bodily
by
Mr
.
Fairway
’
s
arm
,
which
had
been
flung
round
her
waist
before
she
had
become
aware
of
his
intention
.
The
site
of
the
fire
was
now
merely
a
circle
of
ashes
flecked
with
red
embers
and
sparks
,
the
furze
having
burnt
completely
away
.
Once
within
the
circle
he
whirled
her
round
and
round
in
a
dance
.
She
was
a
woman
noisily
constructed
;
in
addition
to
her
enclosing
framework
of
whalebone
and
lath
,
she
wore
pattens
summer
and
winter
,
in
wet
weather
and
in
dry
,
to
preserve
her
boots
from
wear
;
and
when
Fairway
began
to
jump
about
with
her
,
the
clicking
of
the
pattens
,
the
creaking
of
the
stays
,
and
her
screams
of
surprise
,
formed
a
very
audible
concert
.
“
I
’
ll
crack
thy
numskull
for
thee
,
you
mandy
chap
!
”
said
Mrs
.
Nunsuch
,
as
she
helplessly
danced
round
with
him
,
her
feet
playing
like
drumsticks
among
the
sparks
.
“
My
ankles
were
all
in
a
fever
before
,
from
walking
through
that
prickly
furze
,
and
now
you
must
make
’
em
worse
with
these
vlankers
!
”
The
vagary
of
Timothy
Fairway
was
infectious
.
The
turf
-
cutter
seized
old
Olly
Dowden
,
and
,
somewhat
more
gently
,
poussetted
with
her
likewise
.
The
young
men
were
not
slow
to
imitate
the
example
of
their
elders
,
and
seized
the
maids
;
Grandfer
Cantle
and
his
stick
jigged
in
the
form
of
a
three
-
legged
object
among
the
rest
;
and
in
half
a
minute
all
that
could
be
seen
on
Rainbarrow
was
a
whirling
of
dark
shapes
amid
a
boiling
confusion
of
sparks
,
which
leapt
around
the
dancers
as
high
as
their
waists
.
The
chief
noises
were
women
’
s
shrill
cries
,
men
’
s
laughter
,
Susan
’
s
stays
and
pattens
,
Olly
Dowden
’
s
“
heu
-
heu
-
heu
!
”
and
the
strumming
of
the
wind
upon
the
furze
-
bushes
,
which
formed
a
kind
of
tune
to
the
demoniac
measure
they
trod
.
Christian
alone
stood
aloof
,
uneasily
rocking
himself
as
he
murmured
,
“
They
ought
not
to
do
it
—
how
the
vlankers
do
fly
!
’
tis
tempting
the
Wicked
one
,
’
tis
.
”
“
What
was
that
?
”
said
one
of
the
lads
,
stopping
.
“
Ah
—
where
?
”
said
Christian
,
hastily
closing
up
to
the
rest
.
The
dancers
all
lessened
their
speed
.
