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She
could
feel
his
breathing
,
and
he
,
of
course
,
could
feel
hers
.
How
badly
she
had
treated
him
!
yet
,
here
they
were
treading
one
measure
.
The
enchantment
of
the
dance
surprised
her
.
A
clear
line
of
difference
divided
like
a
tangible
fence
her
experience
within
this
maze
of
motion
from
her
experience
without
it
.
Her
beginning
to
dance
had
been
like
a
change
of
atmosphere
;
outside
,
she
had
been
steeped
in
arctic
frigidity
by
comparison
with
the
tropical
sensations
here
.
She
had
entered
the
dance
from
the
troubled
hours
of
her
late
life
as
one
might
enter
a
brilliant
chamber
after
a
night
walk
in
a
wood
.
Wildeve
by
himself
would
have
been
merely
an
agitation
;
Wildeve
added
to
the
dance
,
and
the
moonlight
,
and
the
secrecy
,
began
to
be
a
delight
.
Whether
his
personality
supplied
the
greater
part
of
this
sweetly
compounded
feeling
,
or
whether
the
dance
and
the
scene
weighed
the
more
therein
,
was
a
nice
point
upon
which
Eustacia
herself
was
entirely
in
a
cloud
.
People
began
to
say
“
Who
are
they
?
”
but
no
invidious
inquiries
were
made
.
Had
Eustacia
mingled
with
the
other
girls
in
their
ordinary
daily
walks
the
case
would
have
been
different
:
here
she
was
not
inconvenienced
by
excessive
inspection
,
for
all
were
wrought
to
their
brightest
grace
by
the
occasion
.
Like
the
planet
Mercury
surrounded
by
the
lustre
of
sunset
,
her
permanent
brilliancy
passed
without
much
notice
in
the
temporary
glory
of
the
situation
.
As
for
Wildeve
,
his
feelings
are
easy
to
guess
.
Obstacles
were
a
ripening
sun
to
his
love
,
and
he
was
at
this
moment
in
a
delirium
of
exquisite
misery
.
To
clasp
as
his
for
five
minutes
what
was
another
man
’
s
through
all
the
rest
of
the
year
was
a
kind
of
thing
he
of
all
men
could
appreciate
.
He
had
long
since
begun
to
sigh
again
for
Eustacia
;
indeed
,
it
may
be
asserted
that
signing
the
marriage
register
with
Thomasin
was
the
natural
signal
to
his
heart
to
return
to
its
first
quarters
,
and
that
the
extra
complication
of
Eustacia
’
s
marriage
was
the
one
addition
required
to
make
that
return
compulsory
.
Thus
,
for
different
reasons
,
what
was
to
the
rest
an
exhilarating
movement
was
to
these
two
a
riding
upon
the
whirlwind
.
The
dance
had
come
like
an
irresistible
attack
upon
whatever
sense
of
social
order
there
was
in
their
minds
,
to
drive
them
back
into
old
paths
which
were
now
doubly
irregular
.
Through
three
dances
in
succession
they
spun
their
way
;
and
then
,
fatigued
with
the
incessant
motion
,
Eustacia
turned
to
quit
the
circle
in
which
she
had
already
remained
too
long
.
Wildeve
led
her
to
a
grassy
mound
a
few
yards
distant
,
where
she
sat
down
,
her
partner
standing
beside
her
.
From
the
time
that
he
addressed
her
at
the
beginning
of
the
dance
till
now
they
had
not
exchanged
a
word
.
“
The
dance
and
the
walking
have
tired
you
?
”
he
said
tenderly
.
“
No
;
not
greatly
.
”
“
It
is
strange
that
we
should
have
met
here
of
all
places
,
after
missing
each
other
so
long
.
”
“
We
have
missed
because
we
tried
to
miss
,
I
suppose
.
”
“
Yes
.
But
you
began
that
proceeding
—
by
breaking
a
promise
.
”
