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“
Then
let
us
walk
on
—
if
you
are
ready
.
Our
nearest
way
is
towards
that
holly
bush
with
the
dark
shadow
that
you
see
down
there
.
”
Eustacia
arose
,
and
walked
beside
him
in
the
direction
signified
,
brushing
her
way
over
the
damping
heath
and
fern
,
and
followed
by
the
strains
of
the
merrymakers
,
who
still
kept
up
the
dance
.
The
moon
had
now
waxed
bright
and
silvery
,
but
the
heath
was
proof
against
such
illumination
,
and
there
was
to
be
observed
the
striking
scene
of
a
dark
,
rayless
tract
of
country
under
an
atmosphere
charged
from
its
zenith
to
its
extremities
with
whitest
light
.
To
an
eye
above
them
their
two
faces
would
have
appeared
amid
the
expanse
like
two
pearls
on
a
table
of
ebony
.
On
this
account
the
irregularities
of
the
path
were
not
visible
,
and
Wildeve
occasionally
stumbled
;
whilst
Eustacia
found
it
necessary
to
perform
some
graceful
feats
of
balancing
whenever
a
small
tuft
of
heather
or
root
of
furze
protruded
itself
through
the
grass
of
the
narrow
track
and
entangled
her
feet
.
At
these
junctures
in
her
progress
a
hand
was
invariably
stretched
forward
to
steady
her
,
holding
her
firmly
until
smooth
ground
was
again
reached
,
when
the
hand
was
again
withdrawn
to
a
respectful
distance
.
They
performed
the
journey
for
the
most
part
in
silence
,
and
drew
near
to
Throope
Corner
,
a
few
hundred
yards
from
which
a
short
path
branched
away
to
Eustacia
’
s
house
.
By
degrees
they
discerned
coming
towards
them
a
pair
of
human
figures
,
apparently
of
the
male
sex
.
When
they
came
a
little
nearer
Eustacia
broke
the
silence
by
saying
,
“
One
of
those
men
is
my
husband
.
He
promised
to
come
to
meet
me
.
”
“
And
the
other
is
my
greatest
enemy
,
”
said
Wildeve
.
“
It
looks
like
Diggory
Venn
.
”
“
That
is
the
man
.
”
“
It
is
an
awkward
meeting
,
”
said
she
;
“
but
such
is
my
fortune
.
He
knows
too
much
about
me
,
unless
he
could
know
more
,
and
so
prove
to
himself
that
what
he
now
knows
counts
for
nothing
.
Well
,
let
it
be
—
you
must
deliver
me
up
to
them
.
”
