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“
Do
he
rave
about
his
mother
just
the
same
,
poor
fellow
?
”
continued
Humphrey
.
“
Just
as
much
,
though
not
quite
so
wildly
,
”
she
said
in
a
low
voice
.
“
It
was
very
unfortunate
,
ma
’
am
,
that
the
boy
Johnny
should
ever
ha
’
told
him
his
mother
’
s
dying
words
,
about
her
being
broken
-
hearted
and
cast
off
by
her
son
.
’
Twas
enough
to
upset
any
man
alive
.
”
Eustacia
made
no
reply
beyond
that
of
a
slight
catch
in
her
breath
,
as
of
one
who
fain
would
speak
but
could
not
;
and
Humphrey
,
declining
her
invitation
to
come
in
,
went
away
.
Eustacia
turned
,
entered
the
house
,
and
ascended
to
the
front
bedroom
,
where
a
shaded
light
was
burning
.
In
the
bed
lay
Clym
,
pale
,
haggard
,
wide
awake
,
tossing
to
one
side
and
to
the
other
,
his
eyes
lit
by
a
hot
light
,
as
if
the
fire
in
their
pupils
were
burning
up
their
substance
.
“
Is
it
you
,
Eustacia
?
”
he
said
as
she
sat
down
.
“
Yes
,
Clym
.
I
have
been
down
to
the
gate
.
The
moon
is
shining
beautifully
,
and
there
is
not
a
leaf
stirring
.
”
“
Shining
,
is
it
?
What
’
s
the
moon
to
a
man
like
me
?
Let
it
shine
—
let
anything
be
,
so
that
I
never
see
another
day
!
.
.
.
Eustacia
,
I
don
’
t
know
where
to
look
—
my
thoughts
go
through
me
like
swords
.
O
,
if
any
man
wants
to
make
himself
immortal
by
painting
a
picture
of
wretchedness
,
let
him
come
here
!
”
“
Why
do
you
say
so
?
”
