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“
You
have
dropped
into
your
old
mournful
key
.
”
“
But
I
am
not
going
to
be
depressed
,
”
she
cried
perversely
.
“
I
began
a
new
system
by
going
to
that
dance
,
and
I
mean
to
stick
to
it
.
Clym
can
sing
merrily
;
why
should
not
I
?
”
Wildeve
looked
thoughtfully
at
her
.
“
It
is
easier
to
say
you
will
sing
than
to
do
it
;
though
if
I
could
I
would
encourage
you
in
your
attempt
.
But
as
life
means
nothing
to
me
,
without
one
thing
which
is
now
impossible
,
you
will
forgive
me
for
not
being
able
to
encourage
you
.
”
“
Damon
,
what
is
the
matter
with
you
,
that
you
speak
like
that
?
”
she
asked
,
raising
her
deep
shady
eyes
to
his
.
“
That
’
s
a
thing
I
shall
never
tell
plainly
;
and
perhaps
if
I
try
to
tell
you
in
riddles
you
will
not
care
to
guess
them
.
”
Eustacia
remained
silent
for
a
minute
,
and
she
said
,
“
We
are
in
a
strange
relationship
today
.
You
mince
matters
to
an
uncommon
nicety
.
You
mean
,
Damon
,
that
you
still
love
me
.
Well
,
that
gives
me
sorrow
,
for
I
am
not
made
so
entirely
happy
by
my
marriage
that
I
am
willing
to
spurn
you
for
the
information
,
as
I
ought
to
do
.
But
we
have
said
too
much
about
this
.
Do
you
mean
to
wait
until
my
husband
is
awake
?
”
“
I
thought
to
speak
to
him
;
but
it
is
unnecessary
,
Eustacia
,
if
I
offend
you
by
not
forgetting
you
,
you
are
right
to
mention
it
;
but
do
not
talk
of
spurning
.
”
She
did
not
reply
,
and
they
stood
looking
musingly
at
Clym
as
he
slept
on
in
that
profound
sleep
which
is
the
result
of
physical
labour
carried
on
in
circumstances
that
wake
no
nervous
fear
.
“
God
,
how
I
envy
him
that
sweet
sleep
!
”
said
Wildeve
.
“
I
have
not
slept
like
that
since
I
was
a
boy
—
years
and
years
ago
.
”
