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Further
ahead
were
dimly
visible
an
irregular
dwelling
-
house
,
garden
,
and
outbuildings
,
backed
by
a
clump
of
firs
.
The
young
lady
—
for
youth
had
revealed
its
presence
in
her
buoyant
bound
up
the
bank
—
walked
along
the
top
instead
of
descending
inside
,
and
came
to
the
corner
where
the
fire
was
burning
.
One
reason
for
the
permanence
of
the
blaze
was
now
manifest
:
the
fuel
consisted
of
hard
pieces
of
wood
,
cleft
and
sawn
—
the
knotty
boles
of
old
thorn
trees
which
grew
in
twos
and
threes
about
the
hillsides
.
A
yet
unconsumed
pile
of
these
lay
in
the
inner
angle
of
the
bank
;
and
from
this
corner
the
upturned
face
of
a
little
boy
greeted
her
eyes
.
He
was
dilatorily
throwing
up
a
piece
of
wood
into
the
fire
every
now
and
then
,
a
business
which
seemed
to
have
engaged
him
a
considerable
part
of
the
evening
,
for
his
face
was
somewhat
weary
.
“
I
am
glad
you
have
come
,
Miss
Eustacia
,
”
he
said
,
with
a
sigh
of
relief
.
“
I
don
’
t
like
biding
by
myself
.
”
“
Nonsense
.
I
have
only
been
a
little
way
for
a
walk
.
I
have
been
gone
only
twenty
minutes
.
”
“
It
seemed
long
,
”
murmured
the
sad
boy
.
“
And
you
have
been
so
many
times
.
”
“
Why
,
I
thought
you
would
be
pleased
to
have
a
bonfire
.
Are
you
not
much
obliged
to
me
for
making
you
one
?
”
“
Yes
;
but
there
’
s
nobody
here
to
play
wi
’
me
.
”
“
I
suppose
nobody
has
come
while
I
’
ve
been
away
?
”
“
Nobody
except
your
grandfather
—
he
looked
out
of
doors
once
for
’
ee
.
I
told
him
you
were
walking
round
upon
the
hill
to
look
at
the
other
bonfires
.
”
“
A
good
boy
.
”
