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“
She
is
getting
old
,
and
her
life
is
lonely
,
and
I
am
her
only
son
.
”
“
She
has
Thomasin
.
”
“
Thomasin
is
not
her
daughter
;
and
if
she
were
that
would
not
excuse
me
.
But
this
is
beside
the
point
.
I
have
made
up
my
mind
to
go
to
her
,
and
all
I
wish
to
ask
you
is
whether
you
will
do
your
best
to
help
me
—
that
is
,
forget
the
past
;
and
if
she
shows
her
willingness
to
be
reconciled
,
meet
her
halfway
by
welcoming
her
to
our
house
,
or
by
accepting
a
welcome
to
hers
?
”
At
first
Eustacia
closed
her
lips
as
if
she
would
rather
do
anything
on
the
whole
globe
than
what
he
suggested
.
But
the
lines
of
her
mouth
softened
with
thought
,
though
not
so
far
as
they
might
have
softened
,
and
she
said
,
“
I
will
put
nothing
in
your
way
;
but
after
what
has
passed
it
is
asking
too
much
that
I
go
and
make
advances
.
”
“
You
never
distinctly
told
me
what
did
pass
between
you
.
”
“
I
could
not
do
it
then
,
nor
can
I
now
.
Sometimes
more
bitterness
is
sown
in
five
minutes
than
can
be
got
rid
of
in
a
whole
life
;
and
that
may
be
the
case
here
”
She
paused
a
few
moments
,
and
added
,
“
If
you
had
never
returned
to
your
native
place
,
Clym
,
what
a
blessing
it
would
have
been
for
you
!
.
.
.
It
has
altered
the
destinies
of
—
—
”
“
Three
people
.
”
“
Five
,
”
Eustacia
thought
;
but
she
kept
that
in
.
Thursday
,
the
thirty
-
first
of
August
,
was
one
of
a
series
of
days
during
which
snug
houses
were
stifling
,
and
when
cool
draughts
were
treats
;
when
cracks
appeared
in
clayey
gardens
,
and
were
called
“
earthquakes
”
by
apprehensive
children
;
when
loose
spokes
were
discovered
in
the
wheels
of
carts
and
carriages
;
and
when
stinging
insects
haunted
the
air
,
the
earth
,
and
every
drop
of
water
that
was
to
be
found
.
