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"I do not own it," said Eustacia, with a repressed, still look

"But I may think what I like"

"Yes"

"You are lonely here"

"I cannot endure the heath, except in its purple season The heath is a cruel taskmaster to me"

"Can you say so?" he asked "To , and soothing I would rather live on these hills than anywhere else in the world"

"It is well enough for artists; but I never would learn to draw"

"And there is a very curious druidical stone just out there" He threw a pebble in the direction signified "Do you often go to see it?"

"I was not even aware there existed any such curious druidical stone I aht looked thoughtfully on the ground "That means much," he said

"It does indeed," said Eustacia

"I re for town bustle Five years of a great city would be a perfect cure for that"

"Heaven send o indoors and plaster my wounded hand"

They separated, and Eustacia vanished in the increasing shade She sees Her past was a blank, her life had begun The effect upon Cly he did not fully discover till soible sensation was that his schelorified A beautiful wo the house he went up to the roo the evening in unpacking his books fro them on shelves From another box he drew a laed his table, and said, "Now, I a, read two hours before breakfast by the light of his la, all the afternoon Just when the sun was going down his eyes felt weary, and he leant back in his chair

His room overlooked the front of the premises and the valley of the heath beyond The lowest beams of the winter sun threw the shadow of the house over the palings, across the grass in of the heath, and far up the vale, where the chi tree-tops stretched forth in long dark prongs Having been seated at work all day, he decided to take a turn upon the hills before it got dark; and, going out forthwith, he struck across the heath towards Mistover