Eustaciasteppeduponthebank。
　　"Yes？"shesaid，andheldherbreath。
　　Thereuponthecontourofamanbecamedimlyvisibleagainstthelow—reachingskyoverthevalley，beyondtheoutermarginofthepool。Hecamerounditandleaptuponthebankbesideher。Alowlaughescapedher——thethirdutterancewhichthegirlhadindulgedintonight。Thefirst，whenshestooduponRainbarrow，hadexpressedanxiety；
　　thesecond，ontheridge，hadexpressedimpatience；
　　thepresentwasoneoftriumphantpleasure。Sheletherjoyouseyesrestuponhimwithoutspeaking，asuponsomewondrousthingshehadcreatedoutofchaos。
　　"Ihavecome，"saidtheman，whowasWildeve。
　　"Yougivemenopeace。Whydoyounotleavemealone？
　　Ihaveseenyourbonfirealltheevening。"Thewordswerenotwithoutemotion，andretainedtheirleveltoneasifbyacarefulequipoisebetweenimminentextremes。
　　Atthisunexpectedlyrepressingmannerinherloverthegirlseemedtorepressherselfalso。"Ofcourseyouhaveseenmyfire，"sheansweredwithlanguidcalmness，artificiallymaintained。"Whyshouldn’tIhaveabonfireontheFifthofNovember，likeotherdenizensoftheheath？"
　　"Iknewitwasmeantforme。"
　　"Howdidyouknowit？Ihavehadnowordwithyousinceyou——youchoseher，andwalkedaboutwithher，anddesertedmeentirely，asifIhadneverbeenyourslifeandsoulsoirretrievably！"
　　"Eustacia！couldIforgetthatlastautumnatthissamedayofthemonthandatthissameplaceyoulightedexactlysuchafireasasignalformetocomeandseeyou？WhyshouldtherehavebeenabonfireagainbyCaptainVye’shouseifnotforthesamepurpose？"
　　"Yes，yes——Iownit，"shecriedunderherbreath，withadrowsyfervourofmannerandtonewhichwasquitepeculiartoher。
　　"Don’tbeginspeakingtomeasyoudid，Damon；youwilldrivemetosaywordsIwouldnotwishtosaytoyou。
　　Ihadgivenyouup，andresolvednottothinkofyouanymore；
　　andthenIheardthenews，andIcameoutandgotthefirereadybecauseIthoughtthatyouhadbeenfaithfultome。"
　　"Whathaveyouheardtomakeyouthinkthat？"
　　saidWildeve，astonished。
　　"Thatyoudidnotmarryher！"shemurmuredexultingly。
　　"AndIknewitwasbecauseyoulovedmebest，andcouldn’tdoit……Damon，youhavebeencrueltometogoaway，andIhavesaidIwouldneverforgiveyou。IdonotthinkIcanforgiveyouentirely，evennow——itistoomuchforawomanofanyspirittoquiteoverlook。"
　　"IfIhadknownyouwishedtocallmeuphereonlytoreproachme，Iwouldn’thavecome。"
　　"ButIdon’tmindit，andIdoforgiveyounowthatyouhavenotmarriedher，andhavecomebacktome！"
　　"WhotoldyouthatIhadnotmarriedher？"
　　"Mygrandfather。Hetookalongwalktoday，andashewascominghomeheovertooksomepersonwhotoldhimofabroken—offwedding——hethoughtitmightbeyours，andIknewitwas。"
　　"Doesanybodyelseknow？"
　　"Isupposenot。NowDamon，doyouseewhyIlitmysignalfire？YoudidnotthinkIwouldhavelititifIhadimaginedyoutohavebecomethehusbandofthiswoman。
　　Itisinsultingmypridetosupposethat。"
　　Wildevewassilent；itwasevidentthathehadsupposedasmuch。
　　"DidyouindeedthinkIbelievedyouweremarried？"
　　sheagaindemandedearnestly。"Thenyouwrongedme；
　　anduponmylifeandheartIcanhardlybeartorecognizethatyouhavesuchillthoughtsofme！Damon，youarenotworthyofme——Iseeit，andyetIloveyou。Nevermind，letitgo——ImustbearyourmeanopinionasbestImay……Itistrue，isitnot，"sheaddedwithill—concealedanxiety，onhismakingnodemonstration，"thatyoucouldnotbringyourselftogivemeup，andarestillgoingtolovemebestofall？"
　　"Yes；orwhyshouldIhavecome？"hesaidtouchily。
　　"Notthatfidelitywillbeanygreatmeritinmeafteryourkindspeechaboutmyunworthiness，whichshouldhavebeensaidbymyselfifbyanybody，andcomeswithanillgracefromyou。However，thecurseofinflammabilityisuponme，andImustliveunderit，andtakeanysnubfromawoman。
　　Ithasbroughtmedownfromengineeringtoinnkeeping——whatlowerstageithasinstoreformeIhaveyettolearn。"
　　Hecontinuedtolookuponhergloomily。
　　Sheseizedthemoment，andthrowingbacktheshawlsothatthefirelightshonefulluponherfaceandthroat，saidwithasmile，"Haveyouseenanythingbetterthanthatinyourtravels？"
　　Eustaciawasnotonetocommitherselftosuchapositionwithoutgoodground。Hesaidquietly，"No。"
　　"NotevenontheshouldersofThomasin？"
　　"Thomasinisapleasingandinnocentwoman。"
　　"That’snothingtodowithit，"shecriedwithquickpassionateness。"Wewillleaveherout；
　　thereareonlyyouandmenowtothinkof。"Afteralonglookathimsheresumedwiththeoldquiescentwarmth，"MustIgoonweaklyconfessingtoyouthingsawomanoughttoconceal；andownthatnowordscanexpresshowgloomyIhavebeenbecauseofthatdreadfulbeliefIheldtilltwohoursago——thatyouhadquitedesertedme？"
　　"IamsorryIcausedyouthatpain。"
　　"ButperhapsitisnotwhollybecauseofyouthatIgetgloomy，"
　　shearchlyadded。"Itisinmynaturetofeellikethat。
　　Itwasborninmyblood，Isuppose。"
　　"Hypochondriasis。"
　　"Orelseitwascomingintothiswildheath。IwashappyenoughatBudmouth。Othetimes，OthedaysatBudmouth！
　　ButEgdonwillbebrighteragainnow。"
　　"Ihopeitwill，"saidWildevemoodily。"Doyouknowtheconsequenceofthisrecalltome，myolddarling？I
　　shallcometoseeyouagainasbefore，atRainbarrow。"
　　"Ofcourseyouwill。"
　　"AndyetIdeclarethatuntilIgotheretonightIintended，afterthisonegood—bye，nevertomeetyouagain。"
　　"Idon’tthankyouforthat，"shesaid，turningaway，whileindignationspreadthroughherlikesubterraneanheat。
　　"YoumaycomeagaintoRainbarrowifyoulike，butyouwon’tseeme；andyoumaycall，butIshallnotlisten；
　　andyoumaytemptme，butIwon’tgivemyselftoyouanymore。"
　　"Youhavesaidasmuchbefore，sweet；butsuchnaturesasyoursdon’tsoeasilyadheretotheirwords。
　　Neither，forthematterofthat，dosuchnaturesasmine。"
　　"ThisisthepleasureIhavewonbymytrouble，"
　　shewhisperedbitterly。"WhydidItrytorecallyou？Damon，astrangewarringtakesplaceinmymindoccasionally。
　　IthinkwhenIbecomecalmafteryouwoundings，’DoIembraceacloudofcommonfogafterall？’Youareachameleon，andnowyouareatyourworstcolour。Gohome，orIshallhateyou！"
　　HelookedabsentlytowardsRainbarrowwhileonemighthavecountedtwenty，andsaid，asifhedidnotmuchmindallthis，"Yes，Iwillgohome。Doyoumeantoseemeagain？"
　　"Ifyouowntomethattheweddingisbrokenoffbecauseyoulovemebest。"
　　"Idon’tthinkitwouldbegoodpolicy，"saidWildeve，smiling。
　　"Youwouldgettoknowtheextentofyourpowertooclearly。"
　　"Buttellme！"
　　"Youknow。"
　　"Whereisshenow？"
　　"Idon’tknow。Iprefernottospeakofhertoyou。
　　Ihavenotyetmarriedher；Ihavecomeinobediencetoyourcall。Thatisenough。"
　　"ImerelylitthatfirebecauseIwasdull，andthoughtIwouldgetalittleexcitementbycallingyouupandtriumphingoveryouastheWitchofEndorcalledupSamuel。
　　Ideterminedyoushouldcome；andyouhavecome！Ihaveshownmypower。Amileandhalfhither，andamileandhalfbackagaintoyourhome——threemilesinthedarkforme。
　　HaveInotshownmypower？"
　　Heshookhisheadather。"Iknowyoutoowell，myEustacia；
　　Iknowyoutoowell。Thereisn’tanoteinyouwhichI
　　don’tknow；andthathotlittlebosomcouldn’tplaysuchacold—bloodedtricktosaveitslife。IsawawomanonRainbarrowatdusklookingdowntowardsmyhouse。
　　IthinkIdrewoutyoubeforeyoudrewoutme。"
　　TherevivedembersofanoldpassionglowedclearlyinWildevenow；andheleantforwardasifabouttoputhisfacetowardshercheek。
　　"Ono，"shesaid，intractablymovingtotheothersideofthedecayedfire。"Whatdidyoumeanbythat？"
　　"PerhapsImaykissyourhand？"
　　"No，youmaynot。"
　　"ThenImayshakeyourhand？"
　　"No。"
　　"ThenIwishyougoodnightwithoutcaringforeither。
　　Good—bye，good—bye。"
　　Shereturnednoanswer，andwiththebowofadancing—
　　masterhevanishedontheothersideofthepoolashehadcome。
　　Eustaciasighed——itwasnofragilemaidensigh，butasighwhichshookherlikeashiver。Wheneveraflashofreasondartedlikeanelectriclightuponherlover—
　　—asitsometimeswould——andshowedhisimperfections，sheshiveredthus。Butitwasoverinasecond，andshelovedon。Sheknewthathetrifledwithher；
　　butshelovedon。Shescatteredthehalf—burntbrands，wentindoorsimmediately，anduptoherbedroomwithoutalight。Amidtherustleswhichdenotedhertobeundressinginthedarknessotherheavybreathsfrequentlycame；
　　andthesamekindofshudderoccasionallymovedthroughherwhen，tenminuteslater，shelayonherbedasleep。
　　7—QueenofNightEustaciaVyewastherawmaterialofadivinity。OnOlympusshewouldhavedonewellwithalittlepreparation。
　　Shehadthepassionsandinstinctswhichmakeamodelgoddess，thatis，thosewhichmakenotquiteamodelwoman。
　　Haditbeenpossiblefortheearthandmankindtobeentirelyinhergraspforawhile，shehadhandledthedistaff，thespindle，andtheshearsatherownfreewill，fewintheworldwouldhavenoticedthechangeofgovernment。
　　Therewouldhavebeenthesameinequalityoflot，thesameheapingupoffavourshere，ofcontumelythere，thesamegenerositybeforejustice，thesameperpetualdilemmas，thesamecaptiousalterationofcaressesandblowsthatweendurenow。
　　Shewasinpersonfull—limbedandsomewhatheavy；
　　withoutruddiness，aswithoutpallor；andsofttothetouchasacloud。Toseeherhairwastofancythatawholewinterdidnotcontaindarknessenoughtoformitsshadow——itclosedoverherforeheadlikenightfallextinguishingthewesternglow。
　　Hernervesextendedintothosetresses，andhertempercouldalwaysbesoftenedbystrokingthemdown。WhenherhairwasbrushedshewouldinstantlysinkintostillnessandlookliketheSphinx。If，inpassingunderoneoftheEgdonbanks，anyofitsthickskeinswerecaught，astheysometimeswere，byapricklytuftofthelargeUlexEuropoeus——whichwillactasasortofhairbrush——shewouldgobackafewsteps，andpassagainstitasecondtime。
　　Shehadpaganeyes，fullofnocturnalmysteries，andtheirlight，asitcameandwent，andcameagain，waspartiallyhamperedbytheiroppressivelidsandlashes；
　　andofthesetheunderlidwasmuchfullerthanitusuallyiswithEnglishwomen。Thisenabledhertoindulgeinreveriewithoutseemingtodoso——shemighthavebeenbelievedcapableofsleepingwithoutclosingthemup。
　　Assumingthatthesoulsofmenandwomenwerevisibleessences，youcouldfancythecolourofEustacia’ssoultobeflamelike。
　　Thesparksfromitthatroseintoherdarkpupilsgavethesameimpression。
　　Themouthseemedformedlesstospeakthantoquiver，lesstoquiverthantokiss。Somemighthaveadded，lesstokissthantocurl。Viewedsideways，theclosing—lineofherlipsformed，withalmostgeometricprecision，thecurvesowellknownintheartsofdesignasthecima—recta，orogee。ThesightofsuchaflexiblebendasthatongrimEgdonwasquiteanapparition。
　　ItwasfeltatoncethatthemouthdidnotcomeoverfromSleswigwithabandofSaxonpirateswhoselipsmetlikethetwohalvesofamuffin。Onehadfanciedthatsuchlip—curvesweremostlylurkingundergroundintheSouthasfragmentsofforgottenmarbles。Sofinewerethelinesofherlipsthat，thoughfull，eachcornerofhermouthwasasclearlycutasthepointofaspear。
　　Thiskeennessofcornerwasonlybluntedwhenshewasgivenovertosuddenfitsofgloom，oneofthephasesofthenight—sideofsentimentwhichsheknewtoowellforheryears。
　　HerpresencebroughtmemoriesofsuchthingsasBourbonroses，rubies，andtropicalmidnight；hermoodsrecalledlotus—eatersandthemarchinAthalie；hermotions，theebbandflowofthesea；hervoice，theviola。
　　Inadimlight，andwithaslightrearrangementofherhair，hergeneralfiguremighthavestoodforthatofeitherofthehigherfemaledeities。Thenewmoonbehindherhead，anoldhelmetuponit，adiademofaccidentaldewdropsroundherbrow，wouldhavebeenadjunctssufficienttostrikethenoteofArtemis，Athena，orHerarespectively，withascloseanapproximationtotheantiqueasthatwhichpassesmusteronmanyrespectedcanvases。
　　Butcelestialimperiousness，love，wrath，andfervourhadprovedtobesomewhatthrownawayonnetherwardEgdon。
　　Herpowerwaslimited，andtheconsciousnessofthislimitationhadbiassedherdevelopment。EgdonwasherHades，andsincecomingthereshehadimbibedmuchofwhatwasdarkinitstone，thoughinwardlyandeternallyunreconciledthereto。Herappearanceaccordedwellwiththissmoulderingrebelliousness，andtheshadysplendourofherbeautywastherealsurfaceofthesadandstifledwarmthwithinher。AtrueTartareandignitysatuponherbrow，andnotfactitiouslyorwithmarksofconstraint，forithadgrowninherwithyears。
　　Acrosstheupperpartofherheadsheworeathinfilletofblackvelvet，restrainingtheluxurianceofhershadyhair，inawaywhichaddedmuchtothisclassofmajestybyirregularlycloudingherforehead。
　　"Nothingcanembellishabeautifulfacemorethananarrowbanddrawnoverthebrow，"saysRichter。
　　Someoftheneighbouringgirlsworecolouredribbonforthesamepurpose，andsportedmetallicornamentselsewhere；
　　butifanyonesuggestedcolouredribbonandmetallicornamentstoEustaciaVyeshelaughedandwenton。
　　WhydidawomanofthissortliveonEgdonHeath？Budmouthwashernativeplace，afashionableseasideresortatthatdate。Shewasthedaughterofthebandmasterofaregimentwhichhadbeenquarteredthere——aCorfiotebybirth，andafinemusician——whomethisfuturewifeduringhertripthitherwithherfatherthecaptain，amanofgoodfamily。Themarriagewasscarcelyinaccordwiththeoldman’swishes，forthebandmaster’spocketswereaslightashisoccupation。Butthemusiciandidhisbest；adoptedhiswife’sname，madeEnglandpermanentlyhishome，tookgreattroublewithhischild’seducation，theexpensesofwhichweredefrayedbythegrandfather，andthroveasthechieflocalmusiciantillhermother’sdeath，whenheleftoffthriving，drank，anddiedalso。
　　Thegirlwaslefttothecareofhergrandfather，who，sincethreeofhisribsbecamebrokeninashipwreck，hadlivedinthisairyperchonEgdon，aspotwhichhadtakenhisfancybecausethehousewastobehadfornexttonothing，andbecausearemotebluetingeonthehorizonbetweenthehills，visiblefromthecottagedoor，wastraditionallybelievedtobetheEnglishChannel。
　　Shehatedthechange；shefeltlikeonebanished；
　　buthereshewasforcedtoabide。
　　ThusithappenedthatinEustacia’sbrainwerejuxtaposedthestrangestassortmentofideas，fromoldtimeandfromnew。
　　Therewasnomiddledistanceinherperspective——romanticrecollectionsofsunnyafternoonsonanesplanade，withmilitarybands，officers，andgallantsaround，stoodlikegildedlettersuponthedarktabletofsurroundingEgdon。
　　Everybizarreeffectthatcouldresultfromtherandomintertwiningofwatering—placeglitterwiththegrandsolemnityofaheath，wastobefoundinher。Seeingnothingofhumanlifenow，sheimaginedallthemoreofwhatshehadseen。
　　Wheredidherdignitycomefrom？ByalatentveinfromAlcinous’line，herfatherhailingfromPhaeacia’sisle？——orfromFitzalanandDeVere，hermaternalgrandfatherhavinghadacousininthepeerage？PerhapsitwasthegiftofHeaven——ahappyconvergenceofnaturallaws。
　　Amongotherthingsopportunityhadoflateyearsbeendeniedheroflearningtobeundignified，forshelivedlonely。
　　Isolationonaheathrendersvulgaritywell—nighimpossible。
　　Itwouldhavebeenaseasyfortheheath—ponies，bats，andsnakestobevulgarasforher。AnarrowlifeinBudmouthmighthavecompletelydemeanedher。
　　Theonlywaytolookqueenlywithoutrealmsorheartstoqueenitoveristolookasifyouhadlostthem；
　　andEustaciadidthattoatriumph。Inthecaptain’scottageshecouldsuggestmansionsshehadneverseen。
　　Perhapsthatwasbecauseshefrequentedavastermansionthananyofthem，theopenhills。Likethesummerconditionoftheplacearoundher，shewasanembodimentofthephrase"apopuloussolitude"——apparentlysolistless，void，andquiet，shewasreallybusyandfull。
　　Tobelovedtomadness——suchwashergreatdesire。
　　Lovewastohertheonecordialwhichcoulddriveawaytheeatinglonelinessofherdays。Andsheseemedtolongfortheabstractioncalledpassionatelovemorethanforanyparticularlover。
　　Shecouldshowamostreproachfullookattimes，butitwasdirectedlessagainsthumanbeingsthanagainstcertaincreaturesofhermind，thechiefofthesebeingDestiny，throughwhoseinterferenceshedimlyfancieditarosethatlovealightedonlyonglidingyouth——thatanyloveshemightwinwouldsinksimultaneouslywiththesandintheglass。Shethoughtofitwithanever—growingconsciousnessofcruelty，whichtendedtobreedactionsofrecklessunconventionality，framedtosnatchayear’s，aweek’s，evenanhour’spassionfromanywherewhileitcouldbewon。Throughwantofitshehadsungwithoutbeingmerry，possessedwithoutenjoying，outshonewithouttriumphing。Herlonelinessdeepenedherdesire。
　　OnEgdon，coldestandmeanestkisseswereatfamineprices，andwherewasamouthmatchingherstobefound？
　　Fidelityinloveforfidelity’ssakehadlessattractionforherthanformostwomen；fidelitybecauseoflove’sgriphadmuch。Ablazeoflove，andextinction，wasbetterthanalanternglimmerofthesamewhichshouldlastlongyears。
　　Onthisheadsheknewbyprevisionwhatmostwomenlearnonlybyexperience——shehadmentallywalkedroundlove，toldthetowersthereof，considereditspalaces，andconcludedthatlovewasbutadolefuljoy。Yetshedesiredit，asoneinadesertwouldbethankfulforbrackishwater。
　　Sheoftenrepeatedherprayers；notatparticulartimes，but，liketheunaffectedlydevout，whenshedesiredtopray。
　　Herprayerwasalwaysspontaneous，andoftenranthus，"Odelivermyheartfromthisfearfulgloomandloneliness；
　　sendmegreatlovefromsomewhere，elseIshalldie。"
　　HerhighgodswereWilliamtheConqueror，Strafford，andNapoleonBuonaparte，astheyhadappearedintheLady’sHistoryusedattheestablishmentinwhichshewaseducated。
　　HadshebeenamothershewouldhavechristenedherboyssuchnamesasSaulorSiserainpreferencetoJacoborDavid，neitherofwhomsheadmired。AtschoolshehadusedtosidewiththePhilistinesinseveralbattles，andhadwonderedifPontiusPilatewereashandsomeashewasfrankandfair。
　　Thusshewasagirlofsomeforwardnessofmind，indeed，weighedinrelationtohersituationamongtheveryrearwardofthinkers，veryoriginal。Herinstinctstowardssocialnon—comformitywereattherootofthis。
　　Inthematterofholidays，hermoodwasthatofhorseswho，whenturnedouttograss，enjoylookingupontheirkindatworkonthehighway。Sheonlyvaluedresttoherselfwhenitcameinthemidstofotherpeople’slabour。
　　HenceshehatedSundayswhenallwasatrest，andoftensaidtheywouldbethedeathofher。ToseetheheathmenintheirSundaycondition，thatis，withtheirhandsintheirpockets，theirbootsnewlyoiled，andnotlacedup（aparticularlySundaysign），walkingleisurelyamongtheturvesandfurze—faggotstheyhadcutduringtheweek，andkickingthemcriticallyasiftheirusewereunknown，wasafearfulheavinesstoher。Torelievethetediumofthisuntimelydayshewouldoverhaulthecupboardscontaininghergrandfather’soldchartsandotherrubbish，hummingSaturday—nightballadsofthecountrypeoplethewhile。
　　ButonSaturdaynightsshewouldfrequentlysingapsalm，anditwasalwaysonaweekdaythatshereadtheBible，thatshemightbeunoppressedwithasenseofdoingherduty。
　　Suchviewsoflifeweretosomeextentthenaturalbegettingsofhersituationuponhernature。Todwellonaheathwithoutstudyingitsmeaningswaslikeweddingaforeignerwithoutlearninghistongue。ThesubtlebeautiesoftheheathwerelosttoEustacia；sheonlycaughtitsvapours。Anenvironmentwhichwouldhavemadeacontentedwomanapoet，asufferingwomanadevotee，apiouswomanapsalmist，evenagiddywomanthoughtful，madearebelliouswomansaturnine。
　　Eustaciahadgotbeyondthevisionofsomemarriageofinexpressibleglory；yet，thoughheremotionswereinfullvigour，shecaredfornomeanerunion。Thusweseeherinastrangestateofisolation。Tohavelostthegodlikeconceitthatwemaydowhatwewill，andnottohaveacquiredahomelyzestfordoingwhatwecan，showsagrandeuroftemperwhichcannotbeobjectedtointheabstract，foritdenotesamindthat，thoughdisappointed，forswearscompromise。But，ifcongenialtophilosophy，itisapttobedangeroustothecommonwealth。Inaworldwheredoingmeansmarrying，andthecommonwealthisoneofheartsandhands，thesameperilattendsthecondition。
　　AndsoweseeourEustacia——forattimesshewasnotaltogetherunlovable——arrivingatthatstageofenlightenmentwhichfeelsthatnothingisworthwhile，andfillingupthesparehoursofherexistencebyidealizingWildeveforwantofabetterobject。Thiswasthesolereasonofhisascendency：sheknewitherself。Atmomentsherpriderebelledagainstherpassionforhim，andsheevenhadlongedtobefree。Buttherewasonlyonecircumstancewhichcoulddislodgehim，andthatwastheadventofagreaterman。
　　Fortherest，shesufferedmuchfromdepressionofspirits，andtookslowwalkstorecoverthem，inwhichshecarriedhergrandfather’stelescopeandhergrandmother’shourglass——thelatterbecauseofapeculiarpleasureshederivedfromwatchingamaterialrepresentationoftime’sgradualglideaway。Sheseldomschemed，butwhenshedidscheme，herplansshowedratherthecomprehensivestrategyofageneralthanthesmallartscalledwomanish，thoughshecouldutteroraclesofDelphianambiguitywhenshedidnotchoosetobedirect。InheavenshewillprobablysitbetweentheHeloisesandtheCleopatras。
　　8—ThoseWhoAreFoundWhereThereIsSaidtoBeNobodyAssoonasthesadlittleboyhadwithdrawnfromthefireheclaspedthemoneytightinthepalmofhishand，asiftherebytofortifyhiscourage，andbegantorun。
　　TherewasreallylittledangerinallowingachildtogohomealoneonthispartofEgdonHeath。Thedistancetotheboy’shousewasnotmorethanthree—eighthsofamile，hisfather’scottage，andoneotherafewyardsfurtheron，formingpartofthesmallhamletofMistoverKnap：thethirdandonlyremaininghousewasthatofCaptainVyeandEustacia，whichstoodquiteawayfromthesmallcottages。
　　andwastheloneliestoflonelyhousesonthesethinlypopulatedslopes。
　　Heranuntilhewasoutofbreath，andthen，becomingmorecourageous，walkedleisurelyalong，singinginanoldvoicealittlesongaboutasailor—boyandafairone，andbrightgoldinstore。Inthemiddleofthisthechildstopped——fromapitunderthehillaheadofhimshonealight，whenceproceededacloudoffloatingdustandasmackingnoise。