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Eustacia
could
not
rest
indoors
,
having
nothing
more
to
do
,
and
she
wandered
to
and
fro
on
the
hill
,
not
far
from
the
house
she
was
soon
to
leave
.
In
these
desultory
ramblings
she
passed
the
cottage
of
Susan
Nunsuch
,
a
little
lower
down
than
her
grandfather
’
s
.
The
door
was
ajar
,
and
a
riband
of
bright
firelight
fell
over
the
ground
without
.
As
Eustacia
crossed
the
firebeams
she
appeared
for
an
instant
as
distinct
as
a
figure
in
a
phantasmagoria
—
a
creature
of
light
surrounded
by
an
area
of
darkness
;
the
moment
passed
,
and
she
was
absorbed
in
night
again
.
A
woman
who
was
sitting
inside
the
cottage
had
seen
and
recognized
her
in
that
momentary
irradiation
.
This
was
Susan
herself
,
occupied
in
preparing
a
posset
for
her
little
boy
,
who
,
often
ailing
,
was
now
seriously
unwell
.
Susan
dropped
the
spoon
,
shook
her
fist
at
the
vanished
figure
,
and
then
proceeded
with
her
work
in
a
musing
,
absent
way
.
At
eight
o
’
clock
,
the
hour
at
which
Eustacia
had
promised
to
signal
Wildeve
if
ever
she
signalled
at
all
,
she
looked
around
the
premises
to
learn
if
the
coast
was
clear
,
went
to
the
furze
-
rick
,
and
pulled
thence
a
long
-
stemmed
bough
of
that
fuel
.
This
she
carried
to
the
corner
of
the
bank
,
and
,
glancing
behind
to
see
if
the
shutters
were
all
closed
,
she
struck
a
light
,
and
kindled
the
furze
.
When
it
was
thoroughly
ablaze
Eustacia
took
it
by
the
stem
and
waved
it
in
the
air
above
her
head
till
it
had
burned
itself
out
.
She
was
gratified
,
if
gratification
were
possible
to
such
a
mood
,
by
seeing
a
similar
light
in
the
vicinity
of
Wildeve
’
s
residence
a
minute
or
two
later
.
Having
agreed
to
keep
watch
at
this
hour
every
night
,
in
case
she
should
require
assistance
,
this
promptness
proved
how
strictly
he
had
held
to
his
word
.
Four
hours
after
the
present
time
,
that
is
,
at
midnight
,
he
was
to
be
ready
to
drive
her
to
Budmouth
,
as
prearranged
.
Eustacia
returned
to
the
house
.
Supper
having
been
got
over
she
retired
early
,
and
sat
in
her
bedroom
waiting
for
the
time
to
go
by
.
The
night
being
dark
and
threatening
,
Captain
Vye
had
not
strolled
out
to
gossip
in
any
cottage
or
to
call
at
the
inn
,
as
was
sometimes
his
custom
on
these
long
autumn
nights
;
and
he
sat
sipping
grog
alone
downstairs
.
About
ten
o
’
clock
there
was
a
knock
at
the
door
.
When
the
servant
opened
it
the
rays
of
the
candle
fell
upon
the
form
of
Fairway
.
“
I
was
a
-
forced
to
go
to
Lower
Mistover
tonight
,
”
he
said
,
“
and
Mr
.
Yeobright
asked
me
to
leave
this
here
on
my
way
;
but
,
faith
,
I
put
it
in
the
lining
of
my
hat
,
and
thought
no
more
about
it
till
I
got
back
and
was
hasping
my
gate
before
going
to
bed
.
So
I
have
run
back
with
it
at
once
.
”
He
handed
in
a
letter
and
went
his
way
.
The
girl
brought
it
to
the
captain
,
who
found
that
it
was
directed
to
Eustacia
.
He
turned
it
over
and
over
,
and
fancied
that
the
writing
was
her
husband
’
s
,
though
he
could
not
be
sure
.
However
,
he
decided
to
let
her
have
it
at
once
if
possible
,
and
took
it
upstairs
for
that
purpose
;
but
on
reaching
the
door
of
her
room
and
looking
in
at
the
keyhole
he
found
there
was
no
light
within
,
the
fact
being
that
Eustacia
,
without
undressing
,
had
flung
herself
upon
the
bed
,
to
rest
and
gather
a
little
strength
for
her
coming
journey
.
Her
grandfather
concluded
from
what
he
saw
that
he
ought
not
to
disturb
her
;
and
descending
again
to
the
parlour
he
placed
the
letter
on
the
mantelpiece
to
give
it
to
her
in
the
morning
.
At
eleven
o
’
clock
he
went
to
bed
himself
,
smoked
for
some
time
in
his
bedroom
,
put
out
his
light
at
half
-
past
eleven
,
and
then
,
as
was
his
invariable
custom
,
pulled
up
the
blind
before
getting
into
bed
,
that
he
might
see
which
way
the
wind
blew
on
opening
his
eyes
in
the
morning
,
his
bedroom
window
commanding
a
view
of
the
flagstaff
and
vane
.
Just
as
he
had
lain
down
he
was
surprised
to
observe
the
white
pole
of
the
staff
flash
into
existence
like
a
streak
of
phosphorus
drawn
downwards
across
the
shade
of
night
without
.
Only
one
explanation
met
this
—
a
light
had
been
suddenly
thrown
upon
the
pole
from
the
direction
of
the
house
.
As
everybody
had
retired
to
rest
the
old
man
felt
it
necessary
to
get
out
of
bed
,
open
the
window
softly
,
and
look
to
the
right
and
left
.
Eustacia
’
s
bedroom
was
lighted
up
,
and
it
was
the
shine
from
her
window
which
had
lighted
the
pole
.
Wondering
what
had
aroused
her
,
he
remained
undecided
at
the
window
,
and
was
thinking
of
fetching
the
letter
to
slip
it
under
her
door
,
when
he
heard
a
slight
brushing
of
garments
on
the
partition
dividing
his
room
from
the
passage
.
