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The
boy
,
who
clearly
had
had
too
much
of
a
good
thing
,
marched
away
into
the
shadows
with
alacrity
.
When
he
was
gone
Eustacia
,
leaving
her
telescope
and
hourglass
by
the
gate
,
brushed
forward
from
the
wicket
towards
the
angle
of
the
bank
,
under
the
fire
.
Here
,
screened
by
the
outwork
,
she
waited
.
In
a
few
moments
a
splash
was
audible
from
the
pond
outside
.
Had
the
child
been
there
he
would
have
said
that
a
second
frog
had
jumped
in
;
but
by
most
people
the
sound
would
have
been
likened
to
the
fall
of
a
stone
into
the
water
.
Eustacia
stepped
upon
the
bank
.
“
Yes
?
”
she
said
,
and
held
her
breath
.
Thereupon
the
contour
of
a
man
became
dimly
visible
against
the
low
-
reaching
sky
over
the
valley
,
beyond
the
outer
margin
of
the
pool
.
He
came
round
it
and
leapt
upon
the
bank
beside
her
.
A
low
laugh
escaped
her
—
the
third
utterance
which
the
girl
had
indulged
in
tonight
.
The
first
,
when
she
stood
upon
Rainbarrow
,
had
expressed
anxiety
;
the
second
,
on
the
ridge
,
had
expressed
impatience
;
the
present
was
one
of
triumphant
pleasure
.
She
let
her
joyous
eyes
rest
upon
him
without
speaking
,
as
upon
some
wondrous
thing
she
had
created
out
of
chaos
.
“
I
have
come
,
”
said
the
man
,
who
was
Wildeve
.
“
You
give
me
no
peace
.
Why
do
you
not
leave
me
alone
?
I
have
seen
your
bonfire
all
the
evening
.
”
The
words
were
not
without
emotion
,
and
retained
their
level
tone
as
if
by
a
careful
equipoise
between
imminent
extremes
.
At
this
unexpectedly
repressing
manner
in
her
lover
the
girl
seemed
to
repress
herself
also
.
“
Of
course
you
have
seen
my
fire
,
”
she
answered
with
languid
calmness
,
artificially
maintained
.
“
Why
shouldn
’
t
I
have
a
bonfire
on
the
Fifth
of
November
,
like
other
denizens
of
the
heath
?
”
“
I
knew
it
was
meant
for
me
.
”
“
How
did
you
know
it
?
I
have
had
no
word
with
you
since
you
—
you
chose
her
,
and
walked
about
with
her
,
and
deserted
me
entirely
,
as
if
I
had
never
been
yours
life
and
soul
so
irretrievably
!
”
“
Eustacia
!
could
I
forget
that
last
autumn
at
this
same
day
of
the
month
and
at
this
same
place
you
lighted
exactly
such
a
fire
as
a
signal
for
me
to
come
and
see
you
?
Why
should
there
have
been
a
bonfire
again
by
Captain
Vye
’
s
house
if
not
for
the
same
purpose
?
”
