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Thus
she
was
a
girl
of
some
forwardness
of
mind
,
indeed
,
weighed
in
relation
to
her
situation
among
the
very
rearward
of
thinkers
,
very
original
.
Her
instincts
towards
social
non
-
comformity
were
at
the
root
of
this
.
In
the
matter
of
holidays
,
her
mood
was
that
of
horses
who
,
when
turned
out
to
grass
,
enjoy
looking
upon
their
kind
at
work
on
the
highway
.
She
only
valued
rest
to
herself
when
it
came
in
the
midst
of
other
people
’
s
labour
.
Hence
she
hated
Sundays
when
all
was
at
rest
,
and
often
said
they
would
be
the
death
of
her
.
To
see
the
heathmen
in
their
Sunday
condition
,
that
is
,
with
their
hands
in
their
pockets
,
their
boots
newly
oiled
,
and
not
laced
up
(
a
particularly
Sunday
sign
)
,
walking
leisurely
among
the
turves
and
furze
-
faggots
they
had
cut
during
the
week
,
and
kicking
them
critically
as
if
their
use
were
unknown
,
was
a
fearful
heaviness
to
her
.
To
relieve
the
tedium
of
this
untimely
day
she
would
overhaul
the
cupboards
containing
her
grandfather
’
s
old
charts
and
other
rubbish
,
humming
Saturday
-
night
ballads
of
the
country
people
the
while
.
But
on
Saturday
nights
she
would
frequently
sing
a
psalm
,
and
it
was
always
on
a
weekday
that
she
read
the
Bible
,
that
she
might
be
unoppressed
with
a
sense
of
doing
her
duty
.
Such
views
of
life
were
to
some
extent
the
natural
begettings
of
her
situation
upon
her
nature
.
To
dwell
on
a
heath
without
studying
its
meanings
was
like
wedding
a
foreigner
without
learning
his
tongue
.
The
subtle
beauties
of
the
heath
were
lost
to
Eustacia
;
she
only
caught
its
vapours
.
An
environment
which
would
have
made
a
contented
woman
a
poet
,
a
suffering
woman
a
devotee
,
a
pious
woman
a
psalmist
,
even
a
giddy
woman
thoughtful
,
made
a
rebellious
woman
saturnine
.
Eustacia
had
got
beyond
the
vision
of
some
marriage
of
inexpressible
glory
;
yet
,
though
her
emotions
were
in
full
vigour
,
she
cared
for
no
meaner
union
.
Thus
we
see
her
in
a
strange
state
of
isolation
.
To
have
lost
the
godlike
conceit
that
we
may
do
what
we
will
,
and
not
to
have
acquired
a
homely
zest
for
doing
what
we
can
,
shows
a
grandeur
of
temper
which
cannot
be
objected
to
in
the
abstract
,
for
it
denotes
a
mind
that
,
though
disappointed
,
forswears
compromise
.
But
,
if
congenial
to
philosophy
,
it
is
apt
to
be
dangerous
to
the
commonwealth
.
In
a
world
where
doing
means
marrying
,
and
the
commonwealth
is
one
of
hearts
and
hands
,
the
same
peril
attends
the
condition
And
so
we
see
our
Eustacia
—
for
at
times
she
was
not
altogether
unlovable
—
arriving
at
that
stage
of
enlightenment
which
feels
that
nothing
is
worth
while
,
and
filling
up
the
spare
hours
of
her
existence
by
idealizing
Wildeve
for
want
of
a
better
object
.
This
was
the
sole
reason
of
his
ascendency
:
she
knew
it
herself
.
At
moments
her
pride
rebelled
against
her
passion
for
him
,
and
she
even
had
longed
to
be
free
.
But
there
was
only
one
circumstance
which
could
dislodge
him
,
and
that
was
the
advent
of
a
greater
man
.
For
the
rest
,
she
suffered
much
from
depression
of
spirits
,
and
took
slow
walks
to
recover
them
,
in
which
she
carried
her
grandfather
’
s
telescope
and
her
grandmother
’
s
hourglass
—
the
latter
because
of
a
peculiar
pleasure
she
derived
from
watching
a
material
representation
of
time
’
s
gradual
glide
away
.
She
seldom
schemed
,
but
when
she
did
scheme
,
her
plans
showed
rather
the
comprehensive
strategy
of
a
general
than
the
small
arts
called
womanish
,
though
she
could
utter
oracles
of
Delphian
ambiguity
when
she
did
not
choose
to
be
direct
.
In
heaven
she
will
probably
sit
between
the
Heloises
and
the
Cleopatras
.
As
soon
as
the
sad
little
boy
had
withdrawn
from
the
fire
he
clasped
the
money
tight
in
the
palm
of
his
hand
,
as
if
thereby
to
fortify
his
courage
,
and
began
to
run
.
There
was
really
little
danger
in
allowing
a
child
to
go
home
alone
on
this
part
of
Egdon
Heath
.
The
distance
to
the
boy
’
s
house
was
not
more
than
three
-
eighths
of
a
mile
,
his
father
’
s
cottage
,
and
one
other
a
few
yards
further
on
,
forming
part
of
the
small
hamlet
of
Mistover
Knap
:
the
third
and
only
remaining
house
was
that
of
Captain
Vye
and
Eustacia
,
which
stood
quite
away
from
the
small
cottages
and
was
the
loneliest
of
lonely
houses
on
these
thinly
populated
slopes
.
He
ran
until
he
was
out
of
breath
,
and
then
,
becoming
more
courageous
,
walked
leisurely
along
,
singing
in
an
old
voice
a
little
song
about
a
sailor
-
boy
and
a
fair
one
,
and
bright
gold
in
store
.
In
the
middle
of
this
the
child
stopped
—
from
a
pit
under
the
hill
ahead
of
him
shone
a
light
,
whence
proceeded
a
cloud
of
floating
dust
and
a
smacking
noise
.
Only
unusual
sights
and
sounds
frightened
the
boy
.
The
shrivelled
voice
of
the
heath
did
not
alarm
him
,
for
that
was
familiar
.
The
thornbushes
which
arose
in
his
path
from
time
to
time
were
less
satisfactory
,
for
they
whistled
gloomily
,
and
had
a
ghastly
habit
after
dark
of
putting
on
the
shapes
of
jumping
madmen
,
sprawling
giants
,
and
hideous
cripples
.
Lights
were
not
uncommon
this
evening
,
but
the
nature
of
all
of
them
was
different
from
this
.
Discretion
rather
than
terror
prompted
the
boy
to
turn
back
instead
of
passing
the
light
,
with
a
view
of
asking
Miss
Eustacia
Vye
to
let
her
servant
accompany
him
home
.
When
the
boy
had
reascended
to
the
top
of
the
valley
he
found
the
fire
to
be
still
burning
on
the
bank
,
though
lower
than
before
.
Beside
it
,
instead
of
Eustacia
’
s
solitary
form
,
he
saw
two
persons
,
the
second
being
a
man
.
The
boy
crept
along
under
the
bank
to
ascertain
from
the
nature
of
the
proceedings
if
it
would
be
prudent
to
interrupt
so
splendid
a
creature
as
Miss
Eustacia
on
his
poor
trivial
account
.
