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The
revived
embers
of
an
old
passion
glowed
clearly
in
Wildeve
now
;
and
he
leant
forward
as
if
about
to
put
his
face
towards
her
cheek
.
“
O
no
,
”
she
said
,
intractably
moving
to
the
other
side
of
the
decayed
fire
.
“
What
did
you
mean
by
that
?
”
“
Perhaps
I
may
kiss
your
hand
?
”
“
No
,
you
may
not
.
”
“
Then
I
may
shake
your
hand
?
”
“
No
.
”
“
Then
I
wish
you
good
night
without
caring
for
either
.
Good
-
bye
,
good
-
bye
.
”
She
returned
no
answer
,
and
with
the
bow
of
a
dancing
-
master
he
vanished
on
the
other
side
of
the
pool
as
he
had
come
.
Eustacia
sighed
—
it
was
no
fragile
maiden
sigh
,
but
a
sigh
which
shook
her
like
a
shiver
Whenever
a
flash
of
reason
darted
like
an
electric
light
upon
her
lover
—
as
it
sometimes
would
—
and
showed
his
imperfections
,
she
shivered
thus
.
But
it
was
over
in
a
second
,
and
she
loved
on
.
She
knew
that
he
trifled
with
her
;
but
she
loved
on
.
She
scattered
the
half
-
burnt
brands
,
went
indoors
immediately
,
and
up
to
her
bedroom
without
a
light
.
Amid
the
rustles
which
denoted
her
to
be
undressing
in
the
darkness
other
heavy
breaths
frequently
came
;
and
the
same
kind
of
shudder
occasionally
moved
through
her
when
,
ten
minutes
later
,
she
lay
on
her
bed
asleep
.
