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If
I
wait
for
you
to
go
tomorrow
another
day
will
be
lost
;
and
I
know
I
shall
be
unable
to
rest
another
night
without
having
been
.
I
want
to
get
this
settled
,
and
will
.
You
must
visit
her
afterwards
—
it
will
be
all
the
same
.
”
“
I
could
even
go
with
you
now
?
”
“
You
could
scarcely
walk
there
and
back
without
a
longer
rest
than
I
shall
take
.
No
,
not
tonight
,
Eustacia
.
”
“
Let
it
be
as
you
say
,
then
,
”
she
replied
in
the
quiet
way
of
one
who
,
though
willing
to
ward
off
evil
consequences
by
a
mild
effort
,
would
let
events
fall
out
as
they
might
sooner
than
wrestle
hard
to
direct
them
.
Clym
then
went
into
the
garden
;
and
a
thoughtful
languor
stole
over
Eustacia
for
the
remainder
of
the
afternoon
,
which
her
husband
attributed
to
the
heat
of
the
weather
.
In
the
evening
he
set
out
on
the
journey
.
Although
the
heat
of
summer
was
yet
intense
the
days
had
considerably
shortened
,
and
before
he
had
advanced
a
mile
on
his
way
all
the
heath
purples
,
browns
,
and
greens
had
merged
in
a
uniform
dress
without
airiness
or
graduation
,
and
broken
only
by
touches
of
white
where
the
little
heaps
of
clean
quartz
sand
showed
the
entrance
to
a
rabbit
burrow
,
or
where
the
white
flints
of
a
footpath
lay
like
a
thread
over
the
slopes
.
In
almost
every
one
of
the
isolated
and
stunted
thorns
which
grew
here
and
there
a
nighthawk
revealed
his
presence
by
whirring
like
the
clack
of
a
mill
as
long
as
he
could
hold
his
breath
,
then
stopping
,
flapping
his
wings
,
wheeling
round
the
bush
,
alighting
,
and
after
a
silent
interval
of
listening
beginning
to
whirr
again
.
At
each
brushing
of
Clym
’
s
feet
white
millermoths
flew
into
the
air
just
high
enough
to
catch
upon
their
dusty
wings
the
mellowed
light
from
the
west
,
which
now
shone
across
the
depressions
and
levels
of
the
ground
without
falling
thereon
to
light
them
up
.
Yeobright
walked
on
amid
this
quiet
scene
with
a
hope
that
all
would
soon
be
well
.
Three
miles
on
he
came
to
a
spot
where
a
soft
perfume
was
wafted
across
his
path
,
and
he
stood
still
for
a
moment
to
inhale
the
familiar
scent
.
It
was
the
place
at
which
,
four
hours
earlier
,
his
mother
had
sat
down
exhausted
on
the
knoll
covered
with
shepherd
’
s
-
thyme
.
While
he
stood
a
sound
between
a
breathing
and
a
moan
suddenly
reached
his
ears
.
He
looked
to
where
the
sound
came
from
;
but
nothing
appeared
there
save
the
verge
of
the
hillock
stretching
against
the
sky
in
an
unbroken
line
.
He
moved
a
few
steps
in
that
direction
,
and
now
he
perceived
a
recumbent
figure
almost
close
to
his
feet
.
Among
the
different
possibilities
as
to
the
person
’
s
individuality
there
did
not
for
a
moment
occur
to
Yeobright
that
it
might
be
one
of
his
own
family
.
Sometimes
furze
-
cutters
had
been
known
to
sleep
out
of
doors
at
these
times
,
to
save
a
long
journey
homeward
and
back
again
;
but
Clym
remembered
the
moan
and
looked
closer
,
and
saw
that
the
form
was
feminine
;
and
a
distress
came
over
him
like
cold
air
from
a
cave
.
But
he
was
not
absolutely
certain
that
the
woman
was
his
mother
till
he
stooped
and
beheld
her
face
,
pallid
,
and
with
closed
eyes
.
