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Wildeve
was
silent
;
it
was
evident
that
he
had
supposed
as
much
.
“
Did
you
indeed
think
I
believed
you
were
married
?
”
she
again
demanded
earnestly
.
“
Then
you
wronged
me
;
and
upon
my
life
and
heart
I
can
hardly
bear
to
recognize
that
you
have
such
ill
thoughts
of
me
!
Damon
,
you
are
not
worthy
of
me
—
I
see
it
,
and
yet
I
love
you
.
Never
mind
,
let
it
go
—
I
must
bear
your
mean
opinion
as
best
I
may
.
.
.
.
It
is
true
,
is
it
not
,
”
she
added
with
ill
-
concealed
anxiety
,
on
his
making
no
demonstration
,
“
that
you
could
not
bring
yourself
to
give
me
up
,
and
are
still
going
to
love
me
best
of
all
?
”
“
Yes
;
or
why
should
I
have
come
?
”
he
said
touchily
.
“
Not
that
fidelity
will
be
any
great
merit
in
me
after
your
kind
speech
about
my
unworthiness
,
which
should
have
been
said
by
myself
if
by
anybody
,
and
comes
with
an
ill
grace
from
you
.
However
,
the
curse
of
inflammability
is
upon
me
,
and
I
must
live
under
it
,
and
take
any
snub
from
a
woman
.
It
has
brought
me
down
from
engineering
to
innkeeping
—
what
lower
stage
it
has
in
store
for
me
I
have
yet
to
learn
.
”
He
continued
to
look
upon
her
gloomily
.
She
seized
the
moment
,
and
throwing
back
the
shawl
so
that
the
firelight
shone
full
upon
her
face
and
throat
,
said
with
a
smile
,
“
Have
you
seen
anything
better
than
that
in
your
travels
?
”
Eustacia
was
not
one
to
commit
herself
to
such
a
position
without
good
ground
.
He
said
quietly
,
“
No
.
”
“
Not
even
on
the
shoulders
of
Thomasin
?
”
“
Thomasin
is
a
pleasing
and
innocent
woman
.
”
“
That
’
s
nothing
to
do
with
it
,
”
she
cried
with
quick
passionateness
.
“
We
will
leave
her
out
;
there
are
only
you
and
me
now
to
think
of
.
”
After
a
long
look
at
him
she
resumed
with
the
old
quiescent
warmth
,
“
Must
I
go
on
weakly
confessing
to
you
things
a
woman
ought
to
conceal
;
and
own
that
no
words
can
express
how
gloomy
I
have
been
because
of
that
dreadful
belief
I
held
till
two
hours
ago
—
that
you
had
quite
deserted
me
?
”
“
I
am
sorry
I
caused
you
that
pain
.
”
