PoorMr。Yeobrightwastookbaddirectlyhereachedthefairground，andwasforcedtogohomeagain。’Thatwasthelasttimeheeverwentoutoftheparish。"
　　"’Afalteredonfromonedaytoanother，andthenweheardhewasgone。"
　　"D’yethinkhehadgreatpainwhen’adied？"saidChristian。
　　"Ono——quitedifferent。Noranypainofmind。
　　HewasluckyenoughtobeGodA’mighty’sownman。"
　　"Andotherfolk——d’yethink’twillbemuchpainto’em，MisterFairway？"
　　"Thatdependsonwhethertheybeafeard。"
　　"Ibain’tafeardatall，IthankGod！"saidChristianstrenuously。
　　"I’mgladIbain’t，forthen’twon’tpainme……I
　　don’tthinkIbeafeard——orifIbeIcan’thelpit，andIdon’tdeservetosuffer。IwishIwasnotafeardatall！"
　　Therewasasolemnsilence，andlookingfromthewindow，whichwasunshutteredandunblinded，Timothysaid，"Well，whatafesslittlebonfirethatoneis，outbyCap’nVye’s！’Tisburningjustthesamenowasever，uponmylife。"
　　Allglanceswentthroughthewindow，andnobodynoticedthatWildevedisguisedabrief，telltalelook。
　　Farawayupthesombrevalleyofheath，andtotherightofRainbarrow，couldindeedbeseenthelight，small，butsteadyandpersistentasbefore。
　　"Itwaslightedbeforeourswas，"Fairwaycontinued；
　　"andyeteveryoneinthecountryroundisoutafore’n。"
　　"Perhapsthere’smeaninginit！"murmuredChristian。
　　"Howmeaning？"saidWildevesharply。
　　Christianwastooscatteredtoreply，andTimothyhelpedhim。
　　"Hemeans，sir，thatthelonesomedark—eyedcreatureuptherethatsomesayisawitch——everIshouldcallafineyoungwomansuchaname——isalwaysuptosomeoddconceitorother；andsoperhaps’tisshe。"
　　"I’dbeverygladtoaskherinwedlock，ifshe’dhaemeandtaketheriskofherwilddarkeyesill—wishingme，"
　　saidGrandferCantlestaunchly。
　　"Don’tyesayit，Father！"imploredChristian。
　　"Well，bedazedifhewhodomarrythemaidwon’thaeanuncommonpictureforhisbestparlour，"saidFairwayinaliquidtone，placingdownthecupofmeadattheendofagoodpull。
　　"AndapartnerasdeepastheNorthStar，"saidSam，takingupthecupandfinishingthelittlethatremained。
　　"Well，really，nowIthinkwemustbemoving，"saidHumphrey，observingtheemptinessofthevessel。
　　"Butwe’llgie’emanothersong？"saidGrandferCantle。
　　"I’masfullofnotesasabird！"
　　"Thankyou，Grandfer，"saidWildeve。"Butwewillnottroubleyounow。Someotherdaymustdoforthat——whenIhaveaparty。"
　　"Bejown’difIdon’tlearntennewsongsfor’t，orI
　　won’tlearnaline！"saidGrandferCantle。"AndyoumaybesureIwon’tdisappointyebybidingaway，Mr。Wildeve。"
　　"Iquitebelieveyou，"saidthatgentleman。
　　Allthentooktheirleave，wishingtheirentertainerlonglifeandhappinessasamarriedman，withrecapitulationswhichoccupiedsometime。Wildeveattendedthemtothedoor，beyondwhichthedeep—dyedupwardstretchofheathstoodawaitingthem，anamplitudeofdarknessreigningfromtheirfeetalmosttothezenith，whereadefiniteformfirstbecamevisibleintheloweringforeheadofRainbarrow。
　　DivingintothedenseobscurityinalineheadedbySamtheturf—cutter，theypursuedtheirtracklesswayhome。
　　Whenthescratchingofthefurzeagainsttheirleggingshadfaintedupontheear，WildevereturnedtotheroomwherehehadleftThomasinandheraunt。Thewomenweregone。
　　Theycouldonlyhaveleftthehouseinoneway，bythebackwindow；andthiswasopen。
　　Wildevelaughedtohimself，remainedamomentthinking，andidlyreturnedtothefrontroom。Herehisglancefelluponabottleofwinewhichstoodonthemantelpiece。
　　"Ah——oldDowden！"hemurmured；andgoingtothekitchendoorshouted，"IsanybodyherewhocantakesomethingtooldDowden？"
　　Therewasnoreply。Theroomwasempty，theladwhoactedashisfactotumhavinggonetobed。Wildevecamebackputonhishat，tookthebottle，andleftthehouse，turningthekeyinthedoor，fortherewasnoguestattheinntonight。AssoonashewasontheroadthelittlebonfireonMistoverKnapagainmethiseye。
　　"Stillwaiting，areyou，mylady？"hemurmured。
　　However，hedidnotproceedthatwayjustthen；
　　butleavingthehilltotheleftofhim，hestumbledoveraruttedroadthatbroughthimtoacottagewhich，likeallotherhabitationsontheheathatthishour，wasonlysavedfrombeingvisiblebyafaintshinefromitsbedroomwindow。ThishousewasthehomeofOllyDowden，thebesom—maker，andheentered。
　　Thelowerroomwasindarkness；butbyfeelinghiswayhefoundatable，whereonheplacedthebottle，andaminutelateremergedagainupontheheath。Hestoodandlookednortheastattheundyinglittlefire——highupabovehim，thoughnotsohighasRainbarrow。
　　Wehavebeentoldwhathappenswhenawomandeliberates；
　　andtheepigramisnotalwaysterminablewithwoman，providedthatonebeinthecase，andthatafairone。
　　Wildevestood，andstoodlonger，andbreathedperplexedly，andthensaidtohimselfwithresignation，"Yes——byHeaven，Imustgotoher，Isuppose！"
　　InsteadofturninginthedirectionofhomehepressedonrapidlybyapathunderRainbarrowtowardswhatwasevidentlyasignallight。
　　6—TheFigureagainsttheSkyWhenthewholeEgdonconcoursehadleftthesiteofthebonfiretoitsaccustomedloneliness，acloselywrappedfemalefigureapproachedthebarrowfromthatquarteroftheheathinwhichthelittlefirelay。
　　Hadthereddlemanbeenwatchinghemighthaverecognizedherasthewomanwhohadfirststoodtheresosingularly，andvanishedattheapproachofstrangers。Sheascendedtoheroldpositionatthetop，wheretheredcoalsoftheperishingfiregreetedherlikelivingeyesinthecorpseofday。Thereshestoodstillaroundherstretchingthevastnightatmosphere，whoseincompletedarknessincomparisonwiththetotaldarknessoftheheathbelowitmighthaverepresentedavenialbesideamortalsin。
　　Thatshewastallandstraightinbuild，thatshewaslady—likeinhermovements，wasallthatcouldbelearntofherjustnow，herformbeingwrappedinashawlfoldedintheoldcornerwisefashion，andherheadinalargekerchief，aprotectionnotsuperfluousatthishourandplace。
　　Herbackwastowardsthewind，whichblewfromthenorthwest；
　　butwhethershehadavoidedthataspectbecauseofthechillygustswhichplayedaboutherexceptionalposition，orbecauseherinterestlayinthesoutheast，didnotatfirstappear。
　　Herreasonforstandingsodeadstillasthepivotofthiscircleofheath—countrywasjustasobscure。
　　Herextraordinaryfixity，herconspicuousloneliness，herheedlessnessofnight，betokenedamongotherthingsanutterabsenceoffear。AtractofcountryunalteredfromthatsinisterconditionwhichmadeCaesaranxiouseveryyeartogetclearofitsgloomsbeforetheautumnalequinox，akindoflandscapeandweatherwhichleadstravellersfromtheSouthtodescribeourislandasHomer’sCimmerianland，wasnot，onthefaceofit，friendlytowomen。
　　Itmightreasonablyhavebeensupposedthatshewaslisteningtothewind，whichrosesomewhatasthenightadvanced，andlaidholdoftheattention。Thewind，indeed，seemedmadeforthescene，asthesceneseemedmadeforthehour。
　　Partofitstonewasquitespecial；whatwasheardtherecouldbeheardnowhereelse。Gustsininnumerableseriesfollowedeachotherfromthenorthwest，andwheneachoneofthemracedpastthesoundofitsprogressresolvedintothree。Treble，tenor，andbassnotesweretobefoundtherein。Thegeneralricochetofthewholeoverpitsandprominenceshadthegravestpitchofthechime。
　　Nexttherecouldbeheardthebaritonebuzzofahollytree。
　　Belowtheseinforce，abovetheminpitch，adwindledvoicestrovehardatahuskytune，whichwasthepeculiarlocalsoundalludedto。Thinnerandlessimmediatelytraceablethantheothertwo，itwasfarmoreimpressivethaneither。
　　Initlaywhatmaybecalledthelinguisticpeculiarityoftheheath；andbeingaudiblenowhereonearthoffaheath，itaffordedashadowofreasonforthewoman’stenseness，whichcontinuedasunbrokenasever。
　　ThroughouttheblowingoftheseplaintiveNovemberwindsthatnoteboreagreatresemblancetotheruinsofhumansongwhichremaintothethroatoffourscoreandten。
　　Itwasawornwhisper，dryandpapery，anditbrushedsodistinctlyacrosstheearthat，bytheaccustomed，thematerialminutiaeinwhichitoriginatedcouldberealizedasbytouch。Itwastheunitedproductsofinfinitesimalvegetablecauses，andthesewereneitherstems，leaves，fruit，blades，prickles，lichen，normoss。
　　Theywerethemummiedheathbellsofthepastsummer，originallytenderandpurple，nowwashedcolourlessbyMichaelmasrains，anddriedtodeadskinsbyOctobersuns。
　　Solowwasanindividualsoundfromthesethatacombinationofhundredsonlyjustemergedfromsilence，andthemyriadsofthewholedeclivityreachedthewoman’searbutasashrivelledandintermittentrecitative。
　　Yetscarcelyasingleaccentamongthemanyafloattonightcouldhavesuchpowertoimpressalistenerwiththoughtsofitsorigin。Oneinwardlysawtheinfinityofthosecombinedmultitudes；andperceivedthateachofthetinytrumpetswasseizedonentered，scouredandemergedfrombythewindasthoroughlyasifitwereasvastasacrater。
　　"Thespiritmovedthem。"Ameaningofthephraseforceditselfupontheattention；andanemotionallistener’sfetichisticmoodmighthaveendedinoneofmoreadvancedquality。
　　Itwasnot，afterall，thattheleft—handexpanseofoldbloomsspoke，ortheright—hand，orthoseoftheslopeinfront；butitwasthesinglepersonofsomethingelsespeakingthrougheachatonce。
　　Suddenly，onthebarrow，theremingledwithallthiswildrhetoricofnightasoundwhichmodulatedsonaturallyintotherestthatitsbeginningandendingwerehardlytobedistinguished。Thebluffs，andthebushes，andtheheather—bellshadbrokensilence；atlast，sodidthewoman；andherarticulationwasbutasanotherphraseofthesamediscourseastheirs。Thrownoutonthewindsitbecametwinedinwiththem，andwiththemitflewaway。
　　Whatsheutteredwasalengthenedsighing，apparentlyatsomethinginhermindwhichhadledtoherpresencehere。
　　Therewasaspasmodicabandonmentaboutitasif，inallowingherselftoutterthesound。thewoman’sbrainhadauthorizedwhatitcouldnotregulate。
　　Onepointwasevidentinthis；thatshehadbeenexistinginasuppressedstate，andnotinoneoflanguor，orstagnation。
　　Farawaydownthevalleythefaintshinefromthewindowoftheinnstilllastedon；andafewadditionalmomentsprovedthatthewindow，orwhatwaswithinit，hadmoretodowiththewoman’ssighthanhadeitherherownactionsorthesceneimmediatelyaround。
　　Sheliftedherlefthand，whichheldaclosedtelescope。
　　Thissherapidlyextended，asifshewerewellaccustomedtotheoperation，andraisingittohereyedirectedittowardsthelightbeamingfromtheinn。
　　Thehandkerchiefwhichhadhoodedherheadwasnowalittlethrownback，herfacebeingsomewhatelevated。
　　Aprofilewasvisibleagainstthedullmonochromeofcloudaroundher；anditwasasthoughsideshadowsfromthefeaturesofSapphoandMrs。Siddonshadconvergedupwardsfromthetombtoformanimagelikeneitherbutsuggestingboth。This，however，wasmeresuperficiality。
　　Inrespectofcharacterafacemaymakecertainadmissionsbyitsoutline；butitfullyconfessesonlyinitschanges。
　　Somuchisthisthecasethatwhatiscalledtheplayofthefeaturesoftenhelpsmoreinunderstandingamanorwomanthantheearnestlaboursofalltheothermemberstogether。
　　Thusthenightrevealedlittleofherwhoseformitwasembracing，forthemobilepartsofhercountenancecouldnotbeseen。
　　Atlastshegaveupherspyingattitude，closedthetelescope，andturnedtothedecayingembers。Fromthesenoappreciablebeamsnowradiated，exceptwhenamorethanusuallysmartgustbrushedovertheirfacesandraisedafitfulglowwhichcameandwentliketheblushofagirl。
　　Shestoopedoverthesilentcircle，andselectingfromthebrandsapieceofstickwhichborethelargestlivecoalatitsend，broughtittowhereshehadbeenstandingbefore。
　　Sheheldthebrandtotheground，blowingtheredcoalwithhermouthatthesametime；tillitfaintlyilluminatedthesod，andrevealedasmallobject，whichturnedouttobeanhourglass，thoughsheworeawatch。Sheblewlongenoughtoshowthatthesandhadallslippedthrough。
　　"Ah！"shesaid，asifsurprised。
　　Thelightraisedbyherbreathhadbeenveryfitful，andamomentaryirradiationoffleshwasallthatithaddisclosedofherface。Thatconsistedoftwomatchlesslipsandacheekonly，herheadbeingstillenveloped。
　　Shethrewawaythestick，tooktheglassinherhand，thetelescopeunderherarm，andmovedon。
　　Alongtheridgeranafaintfoot—track，whichtheladyfollowed。Thosewhoknewitwellcalleditapath；
　　and，whileamerevisitorwouldhavepasseditunnoticedevenbyday，theregularhauntersoftheheathwereatnolossforitatmidnight。Thewholesecretoffollowingtheseincipientpaths，whentherewasnotlightenoughintheatmospheretoshowaturnpikeroad，layinthedevelopmentofthesenseoftouchinthefeet，whichcomeswithyearsofnight—ramblinginlittle—troddenspots。
　　Toawalkerpractisedinsuchplacesadifferencebetweenimpactonmaidenherbage，andonthecrippledstalksofaslightfootway，isperceptiblethroughthethickestbootorshoe。
　　Thesolitaryfigurewhowalkedthisbeattooknonoticeofthewindytunestillplayedonthedeadheathbells。
　　Shedidnotturnherheadtolookatagroupofdarkcreaturesfurtheron，whofledfromherpresenceassheskirtedaravinewheretheyfed。Theywereaboutascoreofthesmallwildponiesknownasheath—croppers。TheyroamedatlargeontheundulationsofEgdon，butinnumberstoofewtodetractmuchfromthesolitude。
　　Thepedestriannoticednothingjustnow，andacluetoherabstractionwasaffordedbyatrivialincident。
　　Abramblecaughtholdofherskirt，andcheckedherprogress。
　　Insteadofputtingitoffandhasteningalong，sheyieldedherselfuptothepull，andstoodpassivelystill。
　　Whenshebegantoextricateherselfitwasbyturningroundandround，andsounwindingthepricklyswitch。
　　Shewasinadespondingreverie。
　　HercoursewasinthedirectionofthesmallundyingfirewhichhaddrawntheattentionofthemenonRainbarrowandofWildeveinthevalleybelow。Afaintilluminationfromitsraysbegantoglowuponherface，andthefiresoonrevealeditselftobelit，notonthelevelground，butonasalientcornerorredanofearth，atthejunctionoftwoconvergingbankfences。Outsidewasaditch，dryexceptimmediatelyunderthefire，wheretherewasalargepool，beardedallroundbyheatherandrushes。
　　Inthesmoothwaterofthepoolthefireappearedupsidedown。
　　Thebanksmeetingbehindwerebareofahedge，savesuchaswasformedbydisconnectedtuftsoffurze，standinguponstemsalongthetop，likeimpaledheadsaboveacitywall。Awhitemast，fittedupwithsparsandothernauticaltackle，couldbeseenrisingagainstthedarkcloudswhenevertheflamesplayedbrightlyenoughtoreachit。Altogetherthescenehadmuchtheappearanceofafortificationuponwhichhadbeenkindledabeaconfire。
　　Nobodywasvisible；buteverandanonawhitishsomethingmovedabovethebankfrombehind，andvanishedagain。
　　Thiswasasmallhumanhand，intheactofliftingpiecesoffuelintothefire，butforallthatcouldbeseenthehand，likethatwhichtroubledBelshazzar，wastherealone。
　　Occasionallyanemberrolledoffthebank，anddroppedwithahissintothepool。
　　Atonesideofthepoolroughstepsbuiltofclodsenabledeveryonewhowishedtodosotomountthebank；whichthewomandid。Withinwasapaddockinanuncultivatedstate，thoughbearingevidenceofhavingoncebeentilled；
　　buttheheathandfernhadinsidiouslycreptin，andwerereassertingtheiroldsupremacy。Furtheraheadweredimlyvisibleanirregulardwelling—house，garden，andoutbuildings，backedbyaclumpoffirs。
　　Theyounglady——foryouthhadrevealeditspresenceinherbuoyantboundupthebank——walkedalongthetopinsteadofdescendinginside，andcametothecornerwherethefirewasburning。Onereasonforthepermanenceoftheblazewasnowmanifest：thefuelconsistedofhardpiecesofwood，cleftandsawn——theknottybolesofoldthorntreeswhichgrewintwosandthreesaboutthehillsides。
　　Ayetunconsumedpileoftheselayintheinnerangleofthebank；andfromthiscornertheupturnedfaceofalittleboygreetedhereves。Hewasdilatorilythrowingupapieceofwoodintothefireeverynowandthen，abusinesswhichseemedtohaveengagedhimaconsiderablepartoftheevening，forhisfacewassomewhatweary。
　　"Iamgladyouhavecome，MissEustacia，"hesaid，withasighofrelief。"Idon’tlikebidingbymyself。"
　　"Nonsense。Ihaveonlybeenalittlewayforawalk。
　　Ihavebeengoneonlytwentyminutes。"
　　"Itseemedlong，"murmuredthesadboy。"Andyouhavebeensomanytimes。"
　　"Why，Ithoughtyouwouldbepleasedtohaveabonfire。
　　Areyounotmuchobligedtomeformakingyouone？"
　　"Yes；butthere’snobodyheretoplaywi’me。"
　　"IsupposenobodyhascomewhileI’vebeenaway？"
　　"Nobodyexceptyourgrandfather——helookedoutofdoorsoncefor’ee。Itoldhimyouwerewalkingrounduponthehilltolookattheotherbonfires。"
　　"Agoodboy。"
　　"IthinkIhearhimcomingagain，miss。"
　　Anoldmancameintotheremoterlightofthefirefromthedirectionofthehomestead。Hewasthesamewhohadovertakenthereddlemanontheroadthatafternoon。
　　Helookedwistfullytothetopofthebankatthewomanwhostoodthere，andhisteeth，whichwerequiteunimpaired，showedlikeparianfromhispartedlips。
　　"Whenareyoucomingindoors，Eustacia？"heasked。
　　"’Tisalmostbedtime。I’vebeenhomethesetwohours，andamtiredout。Surely’tissomewhatchildishofyoutostayoutplayingatbonfiressolong，andwastingsuchfuel。
　　Mypreciousthornroots，therarestofallfiring，thatIlaidbyonpurposeforChristmas——youhaveburnt’emnearlyall！"
　　"IpromisedJohnnyabonfire，anditpleaseshimnottoletitgooutjustyet，"saidEustacia，inawaywhichtoldatoncethatshewasabsolutequeenhere。
　　"Grandfather，yougointobed。Ishallfollowyousoon。
　　Youlikethefire，don’tyou，Johnny？"
　　Theboylookedupdoubtfullyatherandmurmured，"Idon’tthinkIwantitanylonger。"
　　Hergrandfatherhadturnedbackagain，anddidnotheartheboy’sreply。Assoonasthewhite—hairedmanhadvanishedshesaidinatoneofpiquetothechild，"Ungratefullittleboy，howcanyoucontradictme？
　　Nevershallyouhaveabonfireagainunlessyoukeepitupnow。Come，tellmeyouliketodothingsforme，anddon’tdenyit。"
　　Therepressedchildsaid，"Yes，Ido，miss，"andcontinuedtostirthefireperfunctorily。
　　"StayalittlelongerandIwillgiveyouacrookedsix—pence，"
　　saidEustacia，moregently。"Putinonepieceofwoodeverytwoorthreeminutes，butnottoomuchatonce。
　　Iamgoingtowalkalongtheridgealittlelonger，butIshallkeeponcomingtoyou。Andifyouhearafrogjumpintothepondwithaflouncelikeastonethrownin，besureyourunandtellme，becauseitisasignofrain。"
　　"Yes，Eustacia。"
　　"MissVye，sir。"
　　"MissVy——stacia。"
　　"Thatwilldo。Nowputinonestickmore。"
　　Thelittleslavewentonfeedingthefireasbefore。
　　Heseemedamereautomaton，galvanizedintomovingandspeakingbythewaywardEustacia’swill。HemighthavebeenthebrassstatuewhichAlbertusMagnusissaidtohaveanimatedjustsofarastomakeitchatter，andmove，andbehisservant。
　　Beforegoingonherwalkagaintheyounggirlstoodstillonthebankforafewinstantsandlistened。
　　ItwastothefullaslonelyaplaceasRainbarrow，thoughatratheralowerlevel；anditwasmoreshelteredfromwindandweatheronaccountofthefewfirstothenorth。
　　Thebankwhichenclosedthehomestead，andprotecteditfromthelawlessstateoftheworldwithout，wasformedofthicksquareclods，dugfromtheditchontheoutside，andbuiltupwithaslightbatterorincline，whichformsnoslightdefensewherehedgeswillnotgrowbecauseofthewindandthewilderness，andwherewallmaterialsareunattainable。Otherwisethesituationwasquiteopen，commandingthewholelengthofthevalleywhichreachedtotheriverbehindWildeve’shouse。Highabovethistotheright，andmuchnearerthitherwardthantheQuietWomanInn，theblurredcontourofRainbarrowobstructedthesky。
　　AfterherattentivesurveyofthewildslopesandhollowravinesagestureofimpatienceescapedEustacia。
　　Sheventedpetulantwordseverynowandthen，butthereweresighsbetweenherwords，andsuddenlisteningsbetweenhersighs。DescendingfromherperchsheagainsaunteredofftowardsRainbarrow，thoughthistimeshedidnotgothewholeway。
　　Twiceshereappearedatintervalsofafewminutesandeachtimeshesaid——
　　"Notanyflounceintothepondyet，littleman？"
　　"No，MissEustacia，"thechildreplied。
　　"Well，"shesaidatlast，"Ishallsoonbegoingin，andthenIwillgiveyouthecrookedsixpence，andletyougohome。"
　　"Thank’ee，MissEustacia，"saidthetiredstoker，breathingmoreeasily。AndEustaciaagainstrolledawayfromthefire，butthistimenottowardsRainbarrow。
　　Sheskirtedthebankandwentroundtothewicketbeforethehouse，whereshestoodmotionless，lookingatthescene。
　　Fiftyyardsoffrosethecornerofthetwoconvergingbanks，withthefireuponit；withinthebank，liftinguptothefireonestickatatime，justasbefore，thefigureofthelittlechild。Sheidlywatchedhimasheoccasionallyclimbedupinthenookofthebankandstoodbesidethebrands。Thewindblewthesmoke，andthechild’shair，andthecornerofhispinafore，allinthesamedirection；
　　thebreezedied，andthepinaforeandhairlaystill，andthesmokewentupstraight。
　　WhileEustacialookedonfromthisdistancetheboy’sformvisiblystarted——hesliddownthebankandranacrosstowardsthewhitegate。
　　"Well？"saidEustacia。
　　"Ahopfroghavejumpedintothepond。Yes，Iheard’en！"
　　"Thenitisgoingtorain，andyouhadbettergohome。
　　Youwillnotbeafraid？"Shespokehurriedly，asifherhearthadleaptintoherthroatattheboy’swords。
　　"No，becauseIshallhaethecrookedsixpence。"
　　"Yes。hereitis。Nowrunasfastasyoucan——notthatway——throughthegardenhere。Nootherboyintheheathhashadsuchabonfireasyours。"
　　Theboy，whoclearlyhadhadtoomuchofagoodthing，marchedawayintotheshadowswithalacrity。WhenhewasgoneEustacia，leavinghertelescopeandhourglassbythegate，brushedforwardfromthewickettowardstheangleofthebank，underthefire。
　　Here，screenedbytheoutwork，shewaited。Inafewmomentsasplashwasaudiblefromthepondoutside。
　　Hadthechildbeentherehewouldhavesaidthatasecondfroghadjumpedin；butbymostpeoplethesoundwouldhavebeenlikenedtothefallofastoneintothewater。