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“
Tell
me
;
I
will
know
it
!
”
“
I
do
,
and
I
do
not
,
”
said
he
mischievously
.
“
That
is
,
I
have
my
times
and
my
seasons
.
One
moment
you
are
too
tall
,
another
moment
you
are
too
do
-
nothing
,
another
too
melancholy
,
another
too
dark
,
another
I
don
’
t
know
what
,
except
—
that
you
are
not
the
whole
world
to
me
that
you
used
to
be
,
my
dear
.
But
you
are
a
pleasant
lady
to
know
and
nice
to
meet
,
and
I
dare
say
as
sweet
as
ever
—
almost
.
”
Eustacia
was
silent
,
and
she
turned
from
him
,
till
she
said
,
in
a
voice
of
suspended
mightiness
,
“
I
am
for
a
walk
,
and
this
is
my
way
.
”
“
Well
,
I
can
do
worse
than
follow
you
.
”
“
You
know
you
can
’
t
do
otherwise
,
for
all
your
moods
and
changes
!
”
she
answered
defiantly
.
“
Say
what
you
will
;
try
as
you
may
;
keep
away
from
me
all
that
you
can
—
you
will
never
forget
me
.
You
will
love
me
all
your
life
long
.
You
would
jump
to
marry
me
!
”
“
So
I
would
!
”
said
Wildeve
.
“
Such
strange
thoughts
as
I
’
ve
had
from
time
to
time
,
Eustacia
;
and
they
come
to
me
this
moment
.
You
hate
the
heath
as
much
as
ever
;
that
I
know
.
”
“
I
do
,
”
she
murmured
deeply
.
“
’
Tis
my
cross
,
my
shame
,
and
will
be
my
death
!
”
“
I
abhor
it
too
,
”
said
he
.
“
How
mournfully
the
wind
blows
round
us
now
!
”
She
did
not
answer
.
Its
tone
was
indeed
solemn
and
pervasive
.
Compound
utterances
addressed
themselves
to
their
senses
,
and
it
was
possible
to
view
by
ear
the
features
of
the
neighbourhood
.
Acoustic
pictures
were
returned
from
the
darkened
scenery
;
they
could
hear
where
the
tracts
of
heather
began
and
ended
;
where
the
furze
was
growing
stalky
and
tall
;
where
it
had
been
recently
cut
;
in
what
direction
the
fir
-
clump
lay
,
and
how
near
was
the
pit
in
which
the
hollies
grew
;
for
these
differing
features
had
their
voices
no
less
than
their
shapes
and
colours
.
