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“
Yes
;
but
how
he
’
s
coming
from
Budmouth
I
don
’
t
know
.
”
“
That
’
s
a
bad
trouble
about
his
cousin
Thomasin
.
I
wonder
such
a
nice
-
notioned
fellow
as
Clym
likes
to
come
home
into
it
.
What
a
nunnywatch
we
were
in
,
to
be
sure
,
when
we
heard
they
weren
’
t
married
at
all
,
after
singing
to
’
em
as
man
and
wife
that
night
!
Be
dazed
if
I
should
like
a
relation
of
mine
to
have
been
made
such
a
fool
of
by
a
man
.
It
makes
the
family
look
small
.
”
“
Yes
.
Poor
maid
,
her
heart
has
ached
enough
about
it
.
Her
health
is
suffering
from
it
,
I
hear
,
for
she
will
bide
entirely
indoors
.
We
never
see
her
out
now
,
scampering
over
the
furze
with
a
face
as
red
as
a
rose
,
as
she
used
to
do
.
”
“
I
’
ve
heard
she
wouldn
’
t
have
Wildeve
now
if
he
asked
her
.
”
“
You
have
?
’
Tis
news
to
me
.
”
While
the
furze
-
gatherers
had
desultorily
conversed
thus
Eustacia
’
s
face
gradually
bent
to
the
hearth
in
a
profound
reverie
,
her
toe
unconsciously
tapping
the
dry
turf
which
lay
burning
at
her
feet
.
The
subject
of
their
discourse
had
been
keenly
interesting
to
her
.
A
young
and
clever
man
was
coming
into
that
lonely
heath
from
,
of
all
contrasting
places
in
the
world
,
Paris
.
It
was
like
a
man
coming
from
heaven
.
More
singular
still
,
the
heathmen
had
instinctively
coupled
her
and
this
man
together
in
their
minds
as
a
pair
born
for
each
other
.
That
five
minutes
of
overhearing
furnished
Eustacia
with
visions
enough
to
fill
the
whole
blank
afternoon
.
Such
sudden
alternations
from
mental
vacuity
do
sometimes
occur
thus
quietly
.
She
could
never
have
believed
in
the
morning
that
her
colourless
inner
world
would
before
night
become
as
animated
as
water
under
a
microscope
,
and
that
without
the
arrival
of
a
single
visitor
.
The
words
of
Sam
and
Humphrey
on
the
harmony
between
the
unknown
and
herself
had
on
her
mind
the
effect
of
the
invading
Bard
’
s
prelude
in
the
Castle
of
Indolence
,
at
which
myriads
of
imprisoned
shapes
arose
where
had
previously
appeared
the
stillness
of
a
void
.
Involved
in
these
imaginings
she
knew
nothing
of
time
.
When
she
became
conscious
of
externals
it
was
dusk
