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And
though
he
meant
to
adhere
to
Eustacia
’
s
instructions
to
the
letter
,
to
deposit
her
where
she
wished
and
to
leave
her
,
should
that
be
her
will
,
the
spell
that
she
had
cast
over
him
intensified
,
and
his
heart
was
beating
fast
in
the
anticipated
futility
of
such
commands
in
the
face
of
a
mutual
wish
that
they
should
throw
in
their
lot
together
.
He
would
not
allow
himself
to
dwell
long
upon
these
conjectures
,
maxims
,
and
hopes
,
and
at
twenty
minutes
to
twelve
he
again
went
softly
to
the
stable
,
harnessed
the
horse
,
and
lit
the
lamps
;
whence
,
taking
the
horse
by
the
head
,
he
led
him
with
the
covered
car
out
of
the
yard
to
a
spot
by
the
roadside
some
quarter
of
a
mile
below
the
inn
.
Here
Wildeve
waited
,
slightly
sheltered
from
the
driving
rain
by
a
high
bank
that
had
been
cast
up
at
this
place
.
Along
the
surface
of
the
road
where
lit
by
the
lamps
the
loosened
gravel
and
small
stones
scudded
and
clicked
together
before
the
wind
,
which
,
leaving
them
in
heaps
,
plunged
into
the
heath
and
boomed
across
the
bushes
into
darkness
.
Only
one
sound
rose
above
this
din
of
weather
,
and
that
was
the
roaring
of
a
ten
-
hatch
weir
to
the
southward
,
from
a
river
in
the
meads
which
formed
the
boundary
of
the
heath
in
this
direction
.
He
lingered
on
in
perfect
stillness
till
he
began
to
fancy
that
the
midnight
hour
must
have
struck
.
A
very
strong
doubt
had
arisen
in
his
mind
if
Eustacia
would
venture
down
the
hill
in
such
weather
;
yet
knowing
her
nature
he
felt
that
she
might
.
“
Poor
thing
!
’
tis
like
her
ill
-
luck
,
”
he
murmured
.
At
length
he
turned
to
the
lamp
and
looked
at
his
watch
.
To
his
surprise
it
was
nearly
a
quarter
past
midnight
.
He
now
wished
that
he
had
driven
up
the
circuitous
road
to
Mistover
,
a
plan
not
adopted
because
of
the
enormous
length
of
the
route
in
proportion
to
that
of
the
pedestrian
’
s
path
down
the
open
hillside
,
and
the
consequent
increase
of
labour
for
the
horse
.
At
this
moment
a
footstep
approached
;
but
the
light
of
the
lamps
being
in
a
different
direction
the
comer
was
not
visible
.
The
step
paused
,
then
came
on
again
.
“
Eustacia
?
”
said
Wildeve
.
The
person
came
forward
,
and
the
light
fell
upon
the
form
of
Clym
,
glistening
with
wet
,
whom
Wildeve
immediately
recognized
;
but
Wildeve
,
who
stood
behind
the
lamp
,
was
not
at
once
recognized
by
Yeobright
.
He
stopped
as
if
in
doubt
whether
this
waiting
vehicle
could
have
anything
to
do
with
the
flight
of
his
wife
or
not
.
The
sight
of
Yeobright
at
once
banished
Wildeve
’
s
sober
feelings
,
who
saw
him
again
as
the
deadly
rival
from
whom
Eustacia
was
to
be
kept
at
all
hazards
.
Hence
Wildeve
did
not
speak
,
in
the
hope
that
Clym
would
pass
by
without
particular
inquiry
.
