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I
did
not
invite
her
back
till
it
was
too
late
.
It
is
I
who
ought
to
have
drowned
myself
.
It
would
have
been
a
charity
to
the
living
had
the
river
overwhelmed
me
and
borne
her
up
.
But
I
cannot
die
.
Those
who
ought
to
have
lived
lie
dead
;
and
here
am
I
alive
!
”
“
But
you
can
’
t
charge
yourself
with
crimes
in
that
way
,
”
said
Venn
.
“
You
may
as
well
say
that
the
parents
be
the
cause
of
a
murder
by
the
child
,
for
without
the
parents
the
child
would
never
have
been
begot
.
”
“
Yes
,
Venn
,
that
is
very
true
;
but
you
don
’
t
know
all
the
circumstances
.
If
it
had
pleased
God
to
put
an
end
to
me
it
would
have
been
a
good
thing
for
all
.
But
I
am
getting
used
to
the
horror
of
my
existence
.
They
say
that
a
time
comes
when
men
laugh
at
misery
through
long
acquaintance
with
it
.
Surely
that
time
will
soon
come
to
me
!
”
“
Your
aim
has
always
been
good
,
”
said
Venn
.
“
Why
should
you
say
such
desperate
things
?
”
“
No
,
they
are
not
desperate
.
They
are
only
hopeless
;
and
my
great
regret
is
that
for
what
I
have
done
no
man
or
law
can
punish
me
!
”
The
story
of
the
deaths
of
Eustacia
and
Wildeve
was
told
throughout
Egdon
,
and
far
beyond
,
for
many
weeks
and
months
.
All
the
known
incidents
of
their
love
were
enlarged
,
distorted
,
touched
up
,
and
modified
,
till
the
original
reality
bore
but
a
slight
resemblance
to
the
counterfeit
presentation
by
surrounding
tongues
.
Yet
,
upon
the
whole
,
neither
the
man
nor
the
woman
lost
dignity
by
sudden
death
.
Misfortune
had
struck
them
gracefully
,
cutting
off
their
erratic
histories
with
a
catastrophic
dash
,
instead
of
,
as
with
many
,
attenuating
each
life
to
an
uninteresting
meagreness
,
through
long
years
of
wrinkles
,
neglect
,
and
decay
.
On
those
most
nearly
concerned
the
effect
was
somewhat
different
.
Strangers
who
had
heard
of
many
such
cases
now
merely
heard
of
one
more
;
but
immediately
where
a
blow
falls
no
previous
imaginings
amount
to
appreciable
preparation
for
it
.
The
very
suddenness
of
her
bereavement
dulled
,
to
some
extent
,
Thomasin
’
s
feelings
;
yet
irrationally
enough
,
a
consciousness
that
the
husband
she
had
lost
ought
to
have
been
a
better
man
did
not
lessen
her
mourning
at
all
.
On
the
contrary
,
this
fact
seemed
at
first
to
set
off
the
dead
husband
in
his
young
wife
’
s
eyes
,
and
to
be
the
necessary
cloud
to
the
rainbow
.
But
the
horrors
of
the
unknown
had
passed
.
Vague
misgivings
about
her
future
as
a
deserted
wife
were
at
an
end
.
The
worst
had
once
been
matter
of
trembling
conjecture
;
it
was
now
matter
of
reason
only
,
a
limited
badness
.
Her
chief
interest
,
the
little
Eustacia
,
still
remained
.
There
was
humility
in
her
grief
,
no
defiance
in
her
attitude
;
and
when
this
is
the
case
a
shaken
spirit
is
apt
to
be
stilled
.
Could
Thomasin
’
s
mournfulness
now
and
Eustacia
’
s
serenity
during
life
have
been
reduced
to
common
measure
,
they
would
have
touched
the
same
mark
nearly
.
But
Thomasin
’
s
former
brightness
made
shadow
of
that
which
in
a
sombre
atmosphere
was
light
itself
.
The
spring
came
and
calmed
her
;
the
summer
came
and
soothed
her
;
the
autumn
arrived
,
and
she
began
to
be
comforted
,
for
her
little
girl
was
strong
and
happy
,
growing
in
size
and
knowledge
every
day
.
Outward
events
flattered
Thomasin
not
a
little
.
Wildeve
had
died
intestate
,
and
she
and
the
child
were
his
only
relatives
.
When
administration
had
been
granted
,
all
the
debts
paid
,
and
the
residue
of
her
husband
’
s
uncle
’
s
property
had
come
into
her
hands
,
it
was
found
that
the
sum
waiting
to
be
invested
for
her
own
and
the
child
’
s
benefit
was
little
less
than
ten
thousand
pounds
.
