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If
the
path
is
well
known
the
difficulty
at
such
times
of
keeping
therein
is
not
altogether
great
,
from
its
familiar
feel
to
the
feet
;
but
once
lost
it
is
irrecoverable
.
Owing
to
her
baby
,
who
somewhat
impeded
Thomasin
’
s
view
forward
and
distracted
her
mind
,
she
did
at
last
lose
the
track
.
This
mishap
occurred
when
she
was
descending
an
open
slope
about
two
-
thirds
home
.
Instead
of
attempting
,
by
wandering
hither
and
thither
,
the
hopeless
task
of
finding
such
a
mere
thread
,
she
went
straight
on
,
trusting
for
guidance
to
her
general
knowledge
of
the
contours
,
which
was
scarcely
surpassed
by
Clym
’
s
or
by
that
of
the
heath
-
croppers
themselves
.
At
length
Thomasin
reached
a
hollow
and
began
to
discern
through
the
rain
a
faint
blotted
radiance
,
which
presently
assumed
the
oblong
form
of
an
open
door
.
She
knew
that
no
house
stood
hereabouts
,
and
was
soon
aware
of
the
nature
of
the
door
by
its
height
above
the
ground
.
“
Why
,
it
is
Diggory
Venn
’
s
van
,
surely
!
”
she
said
.
A
certain
secluded
spot
near
Rainbarrow
was
,
she
knew
,
often
Venn
’
s
chosen
centre
when
staying
in
this
neighbourhood
;
and
she
guessed
at
once
that
she
had
stumbled
upon
this
mysterious
retreat
.
The
question
arose
in
her
mind
whether
or
not
she
should
ask
him
to
guide
her
into
the
path
.
In
her
anxiety
to
reach
home
she
decided
that
she
would
appeal
to
him
,
notwithstanding
the
strangeness
of
appearing
before
his
eyes
at
this
place
and
season
.
But
when
,
in
pursuance
of
this
resolve
,
Thomasin
reached
the
van
and
looked
in
she
found
it
to
be
untenanted
;
though
there
was
no
doubt
that
it
was
the
reddleman
’
s
.
The
fire
was
burning
in
the
stove
,
the
lantern
hung
from
the
nail
.
Round
the
doorway
the
floor
was
merely
sprinkled
with
rain
,
and
not
saturated
,
which
told
her
that
the
door
had
not
long
been
opened
.
While
she
stood
uncertainly
looking
in
Thomasin
heard
a
footstep
advancing
from
the
darkness
behind
her
,
and
turning
,
beheld
the
well
-
known
form
in
corduroy
,
lurid
from
head
to
foot
,
the
lantern
beams
falling
upon
him
through
an
intervening
gauze
of
raindrops
.
“
I
thought
you
went
down
the
slope
,
”
he
said
,
without
noticing
her
face
.
“
How
do
you
come
back
here
again
?
”
“
Diggory
?
”
said
Thomasin
faintly
.
“
Who
are
you
?
”
said
Venn
,
still
unperceiving
.
“
And
why
were
you
crying
so
just
now
?
”
“
O
,
Diggory
!
don
’
t
you
know
me
?
”
said
she
.
“
But
of
course
you
don
’
t
,
wrapped
up
like
this
.
What
do
you
mean
?
I
have
not
been
crying
here
,
and
I
have
not
been
here
before
.
”
