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Eustacia
was
indoors
in
the
dining
-
room
,
which
was
really
more
like
a
kitchen
,
having
a
stone
floor
and
a
gaping
chimney
-
corner
.
The
air
was
still
,
and
while
she
lingered
a
moment
here
alone
sounds
of
voices
in
conversation
came
to
her
ears
directly
down
the
chimney
.
She
entered
the
recess
,
and
,
listening
,
looked
up
the
old
irregular
shaft
,
with
its
cavernous
hollows
,
where
the
smoke
blundered
about
on
its
way
to
the
square
bit
of
sky
at
the
top
,
from
which
the
daylight
struck
down
with
a
pallid
glare
upon
the
tatters
of
soot
draping
the
flue
as
seaweed
drapes
a
rocky
fissure
.
She
remembered
:
the
furze
-
stack
was
not
far
from
the
chimney
,
and
the
voices
were
those
of
the
workers
.
Her
grandfather
joined
in
the
conversation
.
“
That
lad
ought
never
to
have
left
home
.
His
father
’
s
occupation
would
have
suited
him
best
,
and
the
boy
should
have
followed
on
.
I
don
’
t
believe
in
these
new
moves
in
families
.
My
father
was
a
sailor
,
so
was
I
,
and
so
should
my
son
have
been
if
I
had
had
one
.
”
“
The
place
he
’
s
been
living
at
is
Paris
,
”
said
Humphrey
,
“
and
they
tell
me
’
tis
where
the
king
’
s
head
was
cut
off
years
ago
.
My
poor
mother
used
to
tell
me
about
that
business
.
’
Hummy
,
’
she
used
to
say
,
’
I
was
a
young
maid
then
,
and
as
I
was
at
home
ironing
Mother
’
s
caps
one
afternoon
the
parson
came
in
and
said
,
“
They
’
ve
cut
the
king
’
s
head
off
,
Jane
;
and
what
’
twill
be
next
God
knows
.
"
’
”
“
A
good
many
of
us
knew
as
well
as
He
before
long
,
”
said
the
captain
,
chuckling
.
“
I
lived
seven
years
under
water
on
account
of
it
in
my
boyhood
—
in
that
damned
surgery
of
the
Triumph
,
seeing
men
brought
down
to
the
cockpit
with
their
legs
and
arms
blown
to
Jericho
.
.
.
.
And
so
the
young
man
has
settled
in
Paris
.
Manager
to
a
diamond
merchant
,
or
some
such
thing
,
is
he
not
?
”
“
Yes
,
sir
,
that
’
s
it
.
’
Tis
a
blazing
great
business
that
he
belongs
to
,
so
I
’
ve
heard
his
mother
say
—
like
a
king
’
s
palace
,
as
far
as
diments
go
.
”
“
I
can
well
mind
when
he
left
home
,
”
said
Sam
.
“
’
Tis
a
good
thing
for
the
feller
,
”
said
Humphrey
.
“
A
sight
of
times
better
to
be
selling
diments
than
nobbling
about
here
.
”
