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“
A
red
ribbon
round
her
neck
.
”
“
Anything
else
?
”
“
No
—
except
sandal
-
shoes
.
”
“
A
red
ribbon
and
sandal
-
shoes
,
”
she
said
to
herself
.
Mrs
.
Nunsuch
went
and
searched
till
she
found
a
fragment
of
the
narrowest
red
ribbon
,
which
she
took
downstairs
and
tied
round
the
neck
of
the
image
.
Then
fetching
ink
and
a
quilt
from
the
rickety
bureau
by
the
window
,
she
blackened
the
feet
of
the
image
to
the
extent
presumably
covered
by
shoes
;
and
on
the
instep
of
each
foot
marked
cross
-
lines
in
the
shape
taken
by
the
sandalstrings
of
those
days
.
Finally
she
tied
a
bit
of
black
thread
round
the
upper
part
of
the
head
,
in
faint
resemblance
to
a
snood
worn
for
confining
the
hair
.
Susan
held
the
object
at
arm
’
s
length
and
contemplated
it
with
a
satisfaction
in
which
there
was
no
smile
.
To
anybody
acquainted
with
the
inhabitants
of
Egdon
Heath
the
image
would
have
suggested
Eustacia
Yeobright
.
From
her
workbasket
in
the
window
-
seat
the
woman
took
a
paper
of
pins
,
of
the
old
long
and
yellow
sort
,
whose
heads
were
disposed
to
come
off
at
their
first
usage
.
These
she
began
to
thrust
into
the
image
in
all
directions
,
with
apparently
excruciating
energy
Probably
as
many
as
fifty
were
thus
inserted
,
some
into
the
head
of
the
wax
model
,
some
into
the
shoulders
,
some
into
the
trunk
,
some
upwards
through
the
soles
of
the
feet
,
till
the
figure
was
completely
permeated
with
pins
.
She
turned
to
the
fire
.
It
had
been
of
turf
;
and
though
the
high
heap
of
ashes
which
turf
fires
produce
was
somewhat
dark
and
dead
on
the
outside
,
upon
raking
it
abroad
with
the
shovel
the
inside
of
the
mass
showed
a
glow
of
red
heat
.
She
took
a
few
pieces
of
fresh
turf
from
the
chimney
-
corner
and
built
them
together
over
the
glow
,
upon
which
the
fire
brightened
.
Seizing
with
the
tongs
the
image
that
she
had
made
of
Eustacia
,
she
held
it
in
the
heat
,
and
watched
it
as
it
began
to
waste
slowly
away
.
And
while
she
stood
thus
engaged
there
came
from
between
her
lips
a
murmur
of
words
.
It
was
a
strange
jargon
—
the
Lord
’
s
Prayer
repeated
backwards
—
the
incantation
usual
in
proceedings
for
obtaining
unhallowed
assistance
against
an
enemy
.
Susan
uttered
the
lugubrious
discourse
three
times
slowly
,
and
when
it
was
completed
the
image
had
considerably
diminished
.
As
the
wax
dropped
into
the
fire
a
long
flame
arose
from
the
spot
,
and
curling
its
tongue
round
the
figure
ate
still
further
into
its
substance
.
A
pin
occasionally
dropped
with
the
wax
,
and
the
embers
heated
it
red
as
it
lay
.
