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Wildeve
stood
,
and
stood
longer
,
and
breathed
perplexedly
,
and
then
said
to
himself
with
resignation
,
“
Yes
—
by
Heaven
,
I
must
go
to
her
,
I
suppose
!
”
Instead
of
turning
in
the
direction
of
home
he
pressed
on
rapidly
by
a
path
under
Rainbarrow
towards
what
was
evidently
a
signal
light
.
When
the
whole
Egdon
concourse
had
left
the
site
of
the
bonfire
to
its
accustomed
loneliness
,
a
closely
wrapped
female
figure
approached
the
barrow
from
that
quarter
of
the
heath
in
which
the
little
fire
lay
.
Had
the
reddleman
been
watching
he
might
have
recognized
her
as
the
woman
who
had
first
stood
there
so
singularly
,
and
vanished
at
the
approach
of
strangers
.
She
ascended
to
her
old
position
at
the
top
,
where
the
red
coals
of
the
perishing
fire
greeted
her
like
living
eyes
in
the
corpse
of
day
.
There
she
stood
still
around
her
stretching
the
vast
night
atmosphere
,
whose
incomplete
darkness
in
comparison
with
the
total
darkness
of
the
heath
below
it
might
have
represented
a
venial
beside
a
mortal
sin
.
That
she
was
tall
and
straight
in
build
,
that
she
was
lady
-
like
in
her
movements
,
was
all
that
could
be
learnt
of
her
just
now
,
her
form
being
wrapped
in
a
shawl
folded
in
the
old
cornerwise
fashion
,
and
her
head
in
a
large
kerchief
,
a
protection
not
superfluous
at
this
hour
and
place
.
Her
back
was
towards
the
wind
,
which
blew
from
the
northwest
;
but
whether
she
had
avoided
that
aspect
because
of
the
chilly
gusts
which
played
about
her
exceptional
position
,
or
because
her
interest
lay
in
the
southeast
,
did
not
at
first
appear
.
Her
reason
for
standing
so
dead
still
as
the
pivot
of
this
circle
of
heath
-
country
was
just
as
obscure
.
Her
extraordinary
fixity
,
her
conspicuous
loneliness
,
her
heedlessness
of
night
,
betokened
among
other
things
an
utter
absence
of
fear
.
A
tract
of
country
unaltered
from
that
sinister
condition
which
made
Caesar
anxious
every
year
to
get
clear
of
its
glooms
before
the
autumnal
equinox
,
a
kind
of
landscape
and
weather
which
leads
travellers
from
the
South
to
describe
our
island
as
Homer
’
s
Cimmerian
land
,
was
not
,
on
the
face
of
it
,
friendly
to
women
.
It
might
reasonably
have
been
supposed
that
she
was
listening
to
the
wind
,
which
rose
somewhat
as
the
night
advanced
,
and
laid
hold
of
the
attention
.
The
wind
,
indeed
,
seemed
made
for
the
scene
,
as
the
scene
seemed
made
for
the
hour
.
Part
of
its
tone
was
quite
special
;
what
was
heard
there
could
be
heard
nowhere
else
.
Gusts
in
innumerable
series
followed
each
other
from
the
northwest
,
and
when
each
one
of
them
raced
past
the
sound
of
its
progress
resolved
into
three
.
Treble
,
tenor
,
and
bass
notes
were
to
be
found
therein
.
The
general
ricochet
of
the
whole
over
pits
and
prominences
had
the
gravest
pitch
of
the
chime
.
Next
there
could
be
heard
the
baritone
buzz
of
a
holly
tree
.
Below
these
in
force
,
above
them
in
pitch
,
a
dwindled
voice
strove
hard
at
a
husky
tune
,
which
was
the
peculiar
local
sound
alluded
to
.
Thinner
and
less
immediately
traceable
than
the
other
two
,
it
was
far
more
impressive
than
either
.
In
it
lay
what
may
be
called
the
linguistic
peculiarity
of
the
heath
;
and
being
audible
nowhere
on
earth
off
a
heath
,
it
afforded
a
shadow
of
reason
for
the
woman
’
s
tenseness
,
which
continued
as
unbroken
as
ever
.
Throughout
the
blowing
of
these
plaintive
November
winds
that
note
bore
a
great
resemblance
to
the
ruins
of
human
song
which
remain
to
the
throat
of
fourscore
and
ten
.
It
was
a
worn
whisper
,
dry
and
papery
,
and
it
brushed
so
distinctly
across
the
ear
that
,
by
the
accustomed
,
the
material
minutiae
in
which
it
originated
could
be
realized
as
by
touch
.
It
was
the
united
products
of
infinitesimal
vegetable
causes
,
and
these
were
neither
stems
,
leaves
,
fruit
,
blades
,
prickles
,
lichen
,
nor
moss
.
They
were
the
mummied
heathbells
of
the
past
summer
,
originally
tender
and
purple
,
now
washed
colourless
by
Michaelmas
rains
,
and
dried
to
dead
skins
by
October
suns
.
So
low
was
an
individual
sound
from
these
that
a
combination
of
hundreds
only
just
emerged
from
silence
,
and
the
myriads
of
the
whole
declivity
reached
the
woman
’
s
ear
but
as
a
shrivelled
and
intermittent
recitative
.
Yet
scarcely
a
single
accent
among
the
many
afloat
tonight
could
have
such
power
to
impress
a
listener
with
thoughts
of
its
origin
.
One
inwardly
saw
the
infinity
of
those
combined
multitudes
;
and
perceived
that
each
of
the
tiny
trumpets
was
seized
on
entered
,
scoured
and
emerged
from
by
the
wind
as
thoroughly
as
if
it
were
as
vast
as
a
crater
.
