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The
next
morning
,
at
the
time
when
the
height
of
the
sun
appeared
very
insignificant
from
any
part
of
the
heath
as
compared
with
the
altitude
of
Rainbarrow
,
and
when
all
the
little
hills
in
the
lower
levels
were
like
an
archipelago
in
a
fog
-
formed
Aegean
,
the
reddleman
came
from
the
brambled
nook
which
he
had
adopted
as
his
quarters
and
ascended
the
slopes
of
Mistover
Knap
.
Though
these
shaggy
hills
were
apparently
so
solitary
,
several
keen
round
eyes
were
always
ready
on
such
a
wintry
morning
as
this
to
converge
upon
a
passer
-
by
.
Feathered
species
sojourned
here
in
hiding
which
would
have
created
wonder
if
found
elsewhere
.
A
bustard
haunted
the
spot
,
and
not
many
years
before
this
five
and
twenty
might
have
been
seen
in
Egdon
at
one
time
.
Marsh
-
harriers
looked
up
from
the
valley
by
Wildeve
’
s
.
A
cream
-
coloured
courser
had
used
to
visit
this
hill
,
a
bird
so
rare
that
not
more
than
a
dozen
have
ever
been
seen
in
England
;
but
a
barbarian
rested
neither
night
nor
day
till
he
had
shot
the
African
truant
,
and
after
that
event
cream
-
coloured
coursers
thought
fit
to
enter
Egdon
no
more
.
A
traveller
who
should
walk
and
observe
any
of
these
visitants
as
Venn
observed
them
now
could
feel
himself
to
be
in
direct
communication
with
regions
unknown
to
man
.
Here
in
front
of
him
was
a
wild
mallard
—
just
arrived
from
the
home
of
the
north
wind
.
The
creature
brought
within
him
an
amplitude
of
Northern
knowledge
.
Glacial
catastrophes
,
snowstorm
episodes
,
glittering
auroral
effects
,
Polaris
in
the
zenith
,
Franklin
underfoot
—
the
category
of
his
commonplaces
was
wonderful
.
But
the
bird
,
like
many
other
philosophers
,
seemed
as
he
looked
at
the
reddleman
to
think
that
a
present
moment
of
comfortable
reality
was
worth
a
decade
of
memories
.
Venn
passed
on
through
these
towards
the
house
of
the
isolated
beauty
who
lived
up
among
them
and
despised
them
.
The
day
was
Sunday
;
but
as
going
to
church
,
except
to
be
married
or
buried
,
was
exceptional
at
Egdon
,
this
made
little
difference
.
He
had
determined
upon
the
bold
stroke
of
asking
for
an
interview
with
Miss
Vye
—
to
attack
her
position
as
Thomasin
’
s
rival
either
by
art
or
by
storm
,
showing
therein
,
somewhat
too
conspicuously
,
the
want
of
gallantry
characteristic
of
a
certain
astute
sort
of
men
,
from
clowns
to
kings
.
The
great
Frederick
making
war
on
the
beautiful
Archduchess
,
Napoleon
refusing
terms
to
the
beautiful
Queen
of
Prussia
,
were
not
more
dead
to
difference
of
sex
than
the
reddleman
was
,
in
his
peculiar
way
,
in
planning
the
displacement
of
Eustacia
.
To
call
at
the
captain
’
s
cottage
was
always
more
or
less
an
undertaking
for
the
inferior
inhabitants
.
Though
occasionally
chatty
,
his
moods
were
erratic
,
and
nobody
could
be
certain
how
he
would
behave
at
any
particular
moment
.
Eustacia
was
reserved
,
and
lived
very
much
to
herself
.
Except
the
daughter
of
one
of
the
cotters
,
who
was
their
servant
,
and
a
lad
who
worked
in
the
garden
and
stable
,
scarcely
anyone
but
themselves
ever
entered
the
house
.
They
were
the
only
genteel
people
of
the
district
except
the
Yeobrights
,
and
though
far
from
rich
,
they
did
not
feel
that
necessity
for
preserving
a
friendly
face
towards
every
man
,
bird
,
and
beast
which
influenced
their
poorer
neighbours
.
When
the
reddleman
entered
the
garden
the
old
man
was
looking
through
his
glass
at
the
stain
of
blue
sea
in
the
distant
landscape
,
the
little
anchors
on
his
buttons
twinkling
in
the
sun
.
He
recognized
Venn
as
his
companion
on
the
highway
,
but
made
no
remark
on
that
circumstance
,
merely
saying
,
“
Ah
,
reddleman
—
you
here
?
Have
a
glass
of
grog
?
”
Venn
declined
,
on
the
plea
of
it
being
too
early
,
and
stated
that
his
business
was
with
Miss
Vye
.
The
captain
surveyed
him
from
cap
to
waistcoat
and
from
waistcoat
to
leggings
for
a
few
moments
,
and
finally
asked
him
to
go
indoors
.
Miss
Vye
was
not
to
be
seen
by
anybody
just
then
;
and
the
reddleman
waited
in
the
window
-
bench
of
the
kitchen
,
his
hands
hanging
across
his
divergent
knees
,
and
his
cap
hanging
from
his
hands
.
“
I
suppose
the
young
lady
is
not
up
yet
?
”
he
presently
said
to
the
servant
.
