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“
Nonsense
;
do
not
be
so
passionate
.
.
.
.
Eustacia
,
how
we
roved
among
these
bushes
last
year
,
when
the
hot
days
had
got
cool
,
and
the
shades
of
the
hills
kept
us
almost
invisible
in
the
hollows
!
”
She
remained
in
moody
silence
till
she
said
,
“
Yes
;
and
how
I
used
to
laugh
at
you
for
daring
to
look
up
to
me
!
But
you
have
well
made
me
suffer
for
that
since
.
”
“
Yes
,
you
served
me
cruelly
enough
until
I
thought
I
had
found
someone
fairer
than
you
.
A
blessed
find
for
me
,
Eustacia
.
”
“
Do
you
still
think
you
found
somebody
fairer
?
”
“
Sometimes
I
do
,
sometimes
I
don
’
t
.
The
scales
are
balanced
so
nicely
that
a
feather
would
turn
them
.
”
“
But
don
’
t
you
really
care
whether
I
meet
you
or
whether
I
don
’
t
?
”
she
said
slowly
.
“
I
care
a
little
,
but
not
enough
to
break
my
rest
,
”
replied
the
young
man
languidly
.
“
No
,
all
that
’
s
past
.
I
find
there
are
two
flowers
where
I
thought
there
was
only
one
.
Perhaps
there
are
three
,
or
four
,
or
any
number
as
good
as
the
first
.
.
.
.
Mine
is
a
curious
fate
.
Who
would
have
thought
that
all
this
could
happen
to
me
?
”
She
interrupted
with
a
suppressed
fire
of
which
either
love
or
anger
seemed
an
equally
possible
issue
,
“
Do
you
love
me
now
?
”
“
Who
can
say
?
”
