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Where
should
she
live
?
The
obvious
place
was
Blooms
-
End
.
The
old
rooms
,
it
is
true
,
were
not
much
higher
than
the
between
-
decks
of
a
frigate
,
necessitating
a
sinking
in
the
floor
under
the
new
clock
-
case
she
brought
from
the
inn
,
and
the
removal
of
the
handsome
brass
knobs
on
its
head
,
before
there
was
height
for
it
to
stand
;
but
,
such
as
the
rooms
were
,
there
were
plenty
of
them
,
and
the
place
was
endeared
to
her
by
every
early
recollection
.
Clym
very
gladly
admitted
her
as
a
tenant
,
confining
his
own
existence
to
two
rooms
at
the
top
of
the
back
staircase
,
where
he
lived
on
quietly
,
shut
off
from
Thomasin
and
the
three
servants
she
had
thought
fit
to
indulge
in
now
that
she
was
a
mistress
of
money
,
going
his
own
ways
,
and
thinking
his
own
thoughts
.
His
sorrows
had
made
some
change
in
his
outward
appearance
;
and
yet
the
alteration
was
chiefly
within
.
It
might
have
been
said
that
he
had
a
wrinkled
mind
.
He
had
no
enemies
,
and
he
could
get
nobody
to
reproach
him
,
which
was
why
he
so
bitterly
reproached
himself
.
He
did
sometimes
think
he
had
been
ill
-
used
by
fortune
,
so
far
as
to
say
that
to
be
born
is
a
palpable
dilemma
,
and
that
instead
of
men
aiming
to
advance
in
life
with
glory
they
should
calculate
how
to
retreat
out
of
it
without
shame
.
But
that
he
and
his
had
been
sarcastically
and
pitilessly
handled
in
having
such
irons
thrust
into
their
souls
he
did
not
maintain
long
.
It
is
usually
so
,
except
with
the
sternest
of
men
.
Human
beings
,
in
their
generous
endeavour
to
construct
a
hypothesis
that
shall
not
degrade
a
First
Cause
,
have
always
hesitated
to
conceive
a
dominant
power
of
lower
moral
quality
than
their
own
;
and
,
even
while
they
sit
down
and
weep
by
the
waters
of
Babylon
,
invent
excuses
for
the
oppression
which
prompts
their
tears
.
Thus
,
though
words
of
solace
were
vainly
uttered
in
his
presence
,
he
found
relief
in
a
direction
of
his
own
choosing
when
left
to
himself
.
For
a
man
of
his
habits
the
house
and
the
hundred
and
twenty
pounds
a
year
which
he
had
inherited
from
his
mother
were
enough
to
supply
all
worldly
needs
.
Resources
do
not
depend
upon
gross
amounts
,
but
upon
the
proportion
of
spendings
to
takings
.
He
frequently
walked
the
heath
alone
,
when
the
past
seized
upon
him
with
its
shadowy
hand
,
and
held
him
there
to
listen
to
its
tale
.
His
imagination
would
then
people
the
spot
with
its
ancient
inhabitants
—
forgotten
Celtic
tribes
trod
their
tracks
about
him
,
and
he
could
almost
live
among
them
,
look
in
their
faces
,
and
see
them
standing
beside
the
barrows
which
swelled
around
,
untouched
and
perfect
as
at
the
time
of
their
erection
.
Those
of
the
dyed
barbarians
who
had
chosen
the
cultivable
tracts
were
,
in
comparison
with
those
who
had
left
their
marks
here
,
as
writers
on
paper
beside
writers
on
parchment
.
Their
records
had
perished
long
ago
by
the
plough
,
while
the
works
of
these
remained
.
Yet
they
all
had
lived
and
died
unconscious
of
the
different
fates
awaiting
their
relics
.
It
reminded
him
that
unforeseen
factors
operate
in
the
evolution
of
immortality
.
Winter
again
came
round
,
with
its
winds
,
frosts
,
tame
robins
,
and
sparkling
starlight
.
The
year
previous
Thomasin
had
hardly
been
conscious
of
the
season
’
s
advance
;
this
year
she
laid
her
heart
open
to
external
influences
of
every
kind
.
The
life
of
this
sweet
cousin
,
her
baby
,
and
her
servants
,
came
to
Clym
’
s
senses
only
in
the
form
of
sounds
through
a
wood
partition
as
he
sat
over
books
of
exceptionally
large
type
;
but
his
ear
became
at
last
so
accustomed
to
these
slight
noises
from
the
other
part
of
the
house
that
he
almost
could
witness
the
scenes
they
signified
.
A
faint
beat
of
half
-
seconds
conjured
up
Thomasin
rocking
the
cradle
,
a
wavering
hum
meant
that
she
was
singing
the
baby
to
sleep
,
a
crunching
of
sand
as
between
millstones
raised
the
picture
of
Humphrey
’
s
,
Fairway
’
s
,
or
Sam
’
s
heavy
feet
crossing
the
stone
floor
of
the
kitchen
;
a
light
boyish
step
,
and
a
gay
tune
in
a
high
key
,
betokened
a
visit
from
Grandfer
Cantle
;
a
sudden
break
-
off
in
the
Grandfer
’
s
utterances
implied
the
application
to
his
lips
of
a
mug
of
small
beer
,
a
bustling
and
slamming
of
doors
meant
starting
to
go
to
market
;
for
Thomasin
,
in
spite
of
her
added
scope
of
gentility
,
led
a
ludicrously
narrow
life
,
to
the
end
that
she
might
save
every
possible
pound
for
her
little
daughter
.
One
summer
day
Clym
was
in
the
garden
,
immediately
outside
the
parlour
window
,
which
was
as
usual
open
.
He
was
looking
at
the
pot
-
flowers
on
the
sill
;
they
had
been
revived
and
restored
by
Thomasin
to
the
state
in
which
his
mother
had
left
them
.
He
heard
a
slight
scream
from
Thomasin
,
who
was
sitting
inside
the
room
.
“
O
,
how
you
frightened
me
!
”
she
said
to
someone
who
had
entered
.
“
I
thought
you
were
the
ghost
of
yourself
.
”
