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The
reddleman
had
not
been
gone
more
than
a
few
minutes
when
another
person
approached
the
partially
revived
bonfire
.
It
proved
to
be
a
well
-
known
and
respected
widow
of
the
neighbourhood
,
of
a
standing
which
can
only
be
expressed
by
the
word
genteel
.
Her
face
,
encompassed
by
the
blackness
of
the
receding
heath
,
showed
whitely
,
and
with
-
out
half
-
lights
,
like
a
cameo
.
She
was
a
woman
of
middle
-
age
,
with
well
-
formed
features
of
the
type
usually
found
where
perspicacity
is
the
chief
quality
enthroned
within
.
At
moments
she
seemed
to
be
regarding
issues
from
a
Nebo
denied
to
others
around
.
She
had
something
of
an
estranged
mien
;
the
solitude
exhaled
from
the
heath
was
concentrated
in
this
face
that
had
risen
from
it
.
The
air
with
which
she
looked
at
the
heathmen
betokened
a
certain
unconcern
at
their
presence
,
or
at
what
might
be
their
opinions
of
her
for
walking
in
that
lonely
spot
at
such
an
hour
,
thus
indirectly
implying
that
in
some
respect
or
other
they
were
not
up
to
her
level
.
The
explanation
lay
in
the
fact
that
though
her
husband
had
been
a
small
farmer
she
herself
was
a
curate
’
s
daughter
,
who
had
once
dreamt
of
doing
better
things
.
Persons
with
any
weight
of
character
carry
,
like
planets
,
their
atmospheres
along
with
them
in
their
orbits
;
and
the
matron
who
entered
now
upon
the
scene
could
,
and
usually
did
,
bring
her
own
tone
into
a
company
.
Her
normal
manner
among
the
heathfolk
had
that
reticence
which
results
from
the
consciousness
of
superior
communicative
power
.
But
the
effect
of
coming
into
society
and
light
after
lonely
wandering
in
darkness
is
a
sociability
in
the
comer
above
its
usual
pitch
,
expressed
in
the
features
even
more
than
in
words
.
“
Why
,
’
tis
Mis
’
ess
Yeobright
,
”
said
Fairway
.
“
Mis
’
ess
Yeobright
,
not
ten
minutes
ago
a
man
was
here
asking
for
you
—
a
reddleman
.
”
“
What
did
he
want
?
”
said
she
.
“
He
didn
’
t
tell
us
.
”
“
Something
to
sell
,
I
suppose
;
what
it
can
be
I
am
at
a
loss
to
understand
.
”
“
I
am
glad
to
hear
that
your
son
Mr
.
Clym
is
coming
home
at
Christmas
,
ma
’
am
,
”
said
Sam
,
the
turf
-
cutter
.
“
What
a
dog
he
used
to
be
for
bonfires
!
”
“
Yes
.
I
believe
he
is
coming
,
”
she
said
.
