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“
God
,
how
lonely
it
is
!
”
resumed
Wildeve
.
“
What
are
picturesque
ravines
and
mists
to
us
who
see
nothing
else
?
Why
should
we
stay
here
?
Will
you
go
with
me
to
America
?
I
have
kindred
in
Wisconsin
.
”
“
That
wants
consideration
.
”
“
It
seems
impossible
to
do
well
here
,
unless
one
were
a
wild
bird
or
a
landscape
-
painter
.
Well
?
”
“
Give
me
time
,
”
she
softly
said
,
taking
his
hand
.
“
America
is
so
far
away
.
Are
you
going
to
walk
with
me
a
little
way
?
”
As
Eustacia
uttered
the
latter
words
she
retired
from
the
base
of
the
barrow
,
and
Wildeve
followed
her
,
so
that
the
reddleman
could
hear
no
more
.
He
lifted
the
turves
and
arose
.
Their
black
figures
sank
and
disappeared
from
against
the
sky
They
were
as
two
horns
which
the
sluggish
heath
had
put
forth
from
its
crown
,
like
a
mollusc
,
and
had
now
again
drawn
in
.
The
reddleman
’
s
walk
across
the
vale
,
and
over
into
the
next
where
his
cart
lay
,
was
not
sprightly
for
a
slim
young
fellow
of
twenty
-
four
.
His
spirit
was
perturbed
to
aching
.
The
breezes
that
blew
around
his
mouth
in
that
walk
carried
off
upon
them
the
accents
of
a
commination
.
He
entered
the
van
,
where
there
was
a
fire
in
a
stove
.
Without
lighting
his
candle
he
sat
down
at
once
on
the
three
-
legged
stool
,
and
pondered
on
what
he
had
seen
and
heard
touching
that
still
-
loved
one
of
his
.
He
uttered
a
sound
which
was
neither
sigh
nor
sob
,
but
was
even
more
indicative
than
either
of
a
troubled
mind
.
“
My
Tamsie
,
”
he
whispered
heavily
.
“
What
can
be
done
?
Yes
,
I
will
see
that
Eustacia
Vye
.
”
