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Why
did
he
stay
so
long
without
advancing
and
looking
over
?
Curiosity
had
its
way
—
she
ascended
one
or
two
of
the
earth
-
steps
in
the
bank
and
glanced
out
.
Wildeve
was
before
her
.
He
had
come
forward
after
throwing
the
last
pebble
,
and
the
fire
now
shone
into
each
of
their
faces
from
the
bank
stretching
breast
-
high
between
them
.
“
I
did
not
light
it
!
”
cried
Eustacia
quickly
.
“
It
was
lit
without
my
knowledge
.
Don
’
t
,
don
’
t
come
over
to
me
!
”
“
Why
have
you
been
living
here
all
these
days
without
telling
me
?
You
have
left
your
home
.
I
fear
I
am
something
to
blame
in
this
?
”
“
I
did
not
let
in
his
mother
;
that
’
s
how
it
is
!
”
“
You
do
not
deserve
what
you
have
got
,
Eustacia
;
you
are
in
great
misery
;
I
see
it
in
your
eyes
,
your
mouth
,
and
all
over
you
.
My
poor
,
poor
girl
!
”
He
stepped
over
the
bank
.
“
You
are
beyond
everything
unhappy
!
”
“
No
,
no
;
not
exactly
—
”
“
It
has
been
pushed
too
far
—
it
is
killing
you
—
I
do
think
it
!
”
Her
usually
quiet
breathing
had
grown
quicker
with
his
words
.
“
I
—
I
—
”
she
began
,
and
then
burst
into
quivering
sobs
,
shaken
to
the
very
heart
by
the
unexpected
voice
of
pity
—
a
sentiment
whose
existence
in
relation
to
herself
she
had
almost
forgotten
.
