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“
Ah
—
where
there
?
Sandbourne
has
become
a
large
place
,
they
say
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
more
particularly
than
I
have
said
—
Sandbourne
.
For
myself
,
I
was
never
there
.
”
It
was
apparent
that
Joan
spoke
the
truth
in
this
,
and
he
pressed
her
no
further
.
“
Are
you
in
want
of
anything
?
”
he
said
gently
.
“
No
,
sir
,
”
she
replied
.
“
We
are
fairly
well
provided
for
.
”
Without
entering
the
house
Clare
turned
away
.
There
was
a
station
three
miles
ahead
,
and
paying
off
his
coachman
,
he
walked
thither
.
The
last
train
to
Sandbourne
left
shortly
after
,
and
it
bore
Clare
on
its
wheels
.
At
eleven
o
’
clock
that
night
,
having
secured
a
bed
at
one
of
the
hotels
and
telegraphed
his
address
to
his
father
immediately
on
his
arrival
,
he
walked
out
into
the
streets
of
Sandbourne
.
It
was
too
late
to
call
on
or
inquire
for
any
one
,
and
he
reluctantly
postponed
his
purpose
till
the
morning
.
But
he
could
not
retire
to
rest
just
yet
.
This
fashionable
watering
-
place
,
with
its
eastern
and
its
western
stations
,
its
piers
,
its
groves
of
pines
,
its
promenades
,
and
its
covered
gardens
,
was
,
to
Angel
Clare
,
like
a
fairy
place
suddenly
created
by
the
stroke
of
a
wand
,
and
allowed
to
get
a
little
dusty
.
An
outlying
eastern
tract
of
the
enormous
Egdon
Waste
was
close
at
hand
,
yet
on
the
very
verge
of
that
tawny
piece
of
antiquity
such
a
glittering
novelty
as
this
pleasure
city
had
chosen
to
spring
up
.
Within
the
space
of
a
mile
from
its
outskirts
every
irregularity
of
the
soil
was
prehistoric
,
every
channel
an
undisturbed
British
trackway
;
not
a
sod
having
been
turned
there
since
the
days
of
the
Caesars
.
Yet
the
exotic
had
grown
here
,
suddenly
as
the
prophet
’
s
gourd
;
and
had
drawn
hither
Tess
.
By
the
midnight
lamps
he
went
up
and
down
the
winding
way
of
this
new
world
in
an
old
one
,
and
could
discern
between
the
trees
and
against
the
stars
the
lofty
roofs
,
chimneys
,
gazebos
,
and
towers
of
the
numerous
fanciful
residences
of
which
the
place
was
composed
.
It
was
a
city
of
detached
mansions
;
a
Mediterranean
lounging
-
place
on
the
English
Channel
;
and
as
seen
now
by
night
it
seemed
even
more
imposing
than
it
was
.
The
sea
was
near
at
hand
,
but
not
intrusive
;
it
murmured
,
and
he
thought
it
was
the
pines
;
the
pines
murmured
in
precisely
the
same
tones
,
and
he
thought
they
were
the
sea
.
