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traditionally believed to be the English Channel。 She hated the change； she felt like one banished； but here she was forced to abide。
Thus it happened that in Eustacia’s brain were juxtaposed the strangest assortment of ideas； from old time and from new。 There was no middle distance in her perspective—romantic recollections of sunny afternoons on an esplanade； with military bands； officers； and gallants around； stood like gilded letters upon the dark tablet of surrounding Egdon。 Every bizarre effect that could result from the random intertwining of watering…place glitter with the grand solemnity of a heath； was to be found in her。 Seeing nothing of human life now； she imagined all the more of what she had seen。
Where did her dignity e from？ By a latent vein from Alcinous’ line； her father hailing from Phaeacia’s isle？or from Fitzalan and De Vere； her maternal grandfather having had a cousin in the peerage？ Perhaps it was the gift of Heaven—a happy convergence of natural laws。 Among other things opportunity had of late years been denied her of learning to be undignified； for she lived lonely。 Isolation on a heath renders vulgarity well…nigh impossible。 It would have been as easy for the heath…ponies； bats； and snakes to be vulgar as for her。 A narrow life in Budmouth might have pletely demeaned her。
The only way to look queenly without realms or hearts to queen it over is to look as if you had lost them； and Eustacia did that to a triumph。 In the captain’s cottage she could suggest mansions she had never seen。 Perhaps that was because she frequented a vaster mansion than any of them； the open hills。 Like the summer condition of the place around her； she was an embodiment of the phrase “a populous solitude”—apparently so listless； void； and quiet； she was really busy and full。
To be loved to madness—such was her great desire。 Love was to her the one cordial which could drive away the eating loneliness of her days。 And she seemed to long for the abstraction called passionate love more than for any particular lover。
She could show a most reproachful look at times； but it was directed less against human beings than against certain creatures of her mind； the chief of these being Destiny； through whose interference she dimly fancied it arose that love alighted only on gliding youth—that any love she might win would sink simultaneously with the sand in the glass。 She thought of it with an ever…growing consciousness of cruelty； which tended to breed actions of reckless unconventionality； framed to snatch a year’s； a week’s； even an hour’s passion from anywhere while it could be won。 Through want of it she had sung without being merry； possessed without enjoying； outshone without triumphing。 Her loneliness deepened her desire。 On Egdon； coldest and meanest kisses were at famine prices； and where was a mouth matching hers to be found？
Fidelity in love for fidelity’s sake had less attraction for her than for most women； fidelity because of love’s grip had much。 A blaze of love； and extinction； was better than a lantern glimmer of the same which should last long years。 On this head she knew by prevision what most women learn only by experience—she had mentally walked round love； told the towers thereof； considered its palaces； and concluded that love was but a doleful joy。 Yet she desired it； as one in a desert would be thankful for brackish water。
She often repeated her prayers； not at particular times； but； like the unaffectedly devout； when she desired to pray。 Her prayer was always spontaneous； and often ran thus； “O deliver my heart from this fearful gloom and loneliness； send me great love from somewhere； else I shall die。”
Her high gods were William the Conqueror； Strafford； and Napoleon Buonaparte； as they had appeared in the Lady’s History used at the establishment in which she was educated。 Had she been a mother she would have christened her boys such names as Saul or Sisera in preference to Jacob or David； neither of whom she admired。 At school she had used to side with the Philistines in several battles； and had wondered if Pontius Pilate were as handsome as he was frank and fair。
Thus she was a girl of some forwardness of mind； indeed； weighed in relation to her situation among the very rearward of thinkers； very original。 Her instincts towards social non…formity were at the root of this。 In the matter of holidays； her mood was that of horses who； when turned out to grass； enjoy looking upon their kind at work on the highway。 She only valued rest to herself when it came in the midst of other people’s labour。 Hence she hated Sundays when all was at rest； and often said they would be the death of her。 To see the heathmen in their Sunday condition； that is； with their hands in their pockets； their boots newly oiled； and not laced up （a particularly Sunday sign）； walking leisurely among the turves and furze…faggots they had cut during the week； and kicking them critically as if their use were unknown； was a fearful heaviness to her。 To relieve the tedium of this untimely day she would overhaul the cupboards containing her grandfather’s old charts and other rubbish； humming Saturday…night ballads of the country people the while。 But on Saturday nights she would frequently sing a psalm； and it was always on a weekday that she read the Bible； that she might be unoppressed with a sense of doing her duty。
Such views of life were to some extent the natural begettings of her situation upon her nature。 To dwell on a heath without studying its meanings was like wedding a foreigner without learning his tongue。 The subtle beauties of the heath were lost to Eustacia； she only caught its vapours。 An environment which would have made a contented woman a poet； a suffering woman a devotee； a pious woman a psalmist； even a giddy woman thoughtful； made a rebellious woman saturnine。
Eustacia had got beyond the vision of some marriage of inexpressible glory； yet； though her emotions were in full vigour； she cared for no meaner union。 Thus we see her in a strange state of isolation。 To have lost the godlike conceit that we may do what we will； and not to have acquired a homely zest for doing what we can； shows a grandeur of temper which cannot be objected to in the abstract； for it denotes a mind that； though disappointed； forswears promise。 But； if congenial to philosophy； it is apt to be dangerous to the monwealth。 In a world where doing means marrying； and the monwealth is one of hearts and hands； the same peril attends the condition。
And so we see our Eustacia—for at times she was not altogether unlovable—arriving at that stage of enlightenment which feels that nothing is worth while； and filling up the spare hours of her existence by idealizing Wildeve for want of a better object。 This was the sole reason of his ascendency： she knew it herself。 At moments her pride rebelled against her passion for him； and she even had longed to be free。 But there was only one circumstance which could dislodge him； and that was the advent of a greater man。
For the rest； she suffered much from depression of spirits； and took slow walks to recover them； in which she carried her grandfather’s telescope and her grandmother’s hourglass—the latter because of a peculiar pleasure she derived from watching a material representation of time’s gradual glide away。 She seldom schemed； but when she did scheme； her plans showed rather the prehensive strategy of a general than the small arts called womanish； though she could utter oracles of Delphian ambiguity when she did not choose to be direct。 In heaven she will probably sit between the Heloises and the Cleopatras。
8 … Those Who Are Found Where There Is Said to Be Nobody
As soon as the sad little boy had withdrawn from the fire he clasped the money tight in the palm of his hand； as if thereby to fortify his courage； and began to run。 There was really little danger in allowing a child to go home alone on this part of Egdon Heath。 The distance to the boy’s house was not more than three…eighths of a mile； his father’s cottage； and one other a few yards further on； forming part of the small hamlet of Mistover Knap： the third and only remaining house was that of Captain Vye and Eustacia； which stood quite away from the small cottages。 and was the loneliest of lonely houses on these thinly populated slopes。
He ran until he was out of breath； and then； being more courageous； walked leisurely along； singing in an old voice a little song about a sailor…boy and a fair one； and bright gold in store。 In the middle of this the child stopped—from a pit under the hill ahead of him shone a light； whence proceeded a cloud of floating dust and a smacking noise。
Only unusual sights and sounds frightened the boy。 The shrivelled voice of the heath did not alarm him； for that was familiar。 The thornbushes which arose in his path from time to time were less satisfactory； for they whistled gloomily； and had a ghastly habit after dark of putting on the shapes of jumping madmen； sprawling giants； and hideous cripples。 Lights were not unmon this evening； but the nature of all of them was different from this。 Discretion rather than terror prompted the boy to turn back instead of passing the light； with a view of asking Miss Eustacia Vye to let her servant acpany him home。
When the boy had reascended to the top of the valley he found the fire to be still burning on the bank； though lower than before。 Beside it； instead of Eustacia’s solitary form； he saw two persons； the second being a man。 The boy crept along under the bank to ascertain from the nature of the proceedings if it would be prudent to interrupt so splendid a creature as Miss Eustacia on his poor trivial account。
After listening under the bank for some minutes to the talk he turned in a perplexed and doubting manner and began to withdraw as silently as he had e。 That he did not； upon the whole； think it advisable to interrupt her conversation with Wildeve； without being prepared to bear the whole weight of her displeasure； was obvious。
Here was a Scyllaeo…Charybdean position for a poor boy。 Pausing when again safe from discovery； he finally decided to face the pit phenomenon as the lesser evil。 With a heavy sigh he retraced the slope； and followed the path he had followed before。
The light had gone； the rising dust had disappeared—he hoped for ever。 He marched resolutely along； and found nothing to alarm him till； ing within a few yards of the sandpit； he heard a slight noise in front； which led him to halt。 The halt was but momentary； for the noise resolved itself into the steady bites of two animals grazing。
“Two he’th…croppers down here；” he said aloud。
“I have never known ‘em e down so far afore。”
The animals were in the direct line of his path； but that the child thought little of； he had played round the fetlocks of horses from his infancy。 On ing nearer； however； the boy was somewhat surprised to find that the little creatures did not run off； and that each wore a clog； to prevent his going astray； this signified that they had been broken in。 He could now see the interior of the pit； which； being in the side of the hill； had a level entrance。 In the innermost corner the square outline of a van appeared； with its back towards him。 A light came from the interior； and threw a moving shadow upon the vertical face of gravel at the further side of the pit into which the vehicle faced。
The child assumed that this was the cart of a gipsy； and his dread of those wanderers reached but to that mild pitch which titillates rather than pains。 Only a few inches of mud wall kept him and his family from being gipsies themselves。 He skirted the gravel pit at a respectful distance； ascended the slope； and came forward upon the brow； in order to look into the open door of the van and see the original of the shadow。
The picture alarmed the boy。 By a little stove inside the van sat a figure red from head to heels—the man who had been Thomasin’s friend。 He was darning a stocking； which was red like the rest of him。 Moreover； as he darned he smoked a pipe； the stem and bowl of which were red also。
At this moment one of the heath…croppers feeding in the outer shadows was audibly shaking off the clog attached to its foot。 Aroused by the sound； the reddleman laid down his stocking； lit a lantern which hung beside him； and came out from the van。 In sticking up the candle he lifted the lantern to his face； and the light shone into the whites of his eyes and upon his ivory teeth； which； in contrast with the red surrounding； lent him a startling aspect enough to the gaze of a juvenile。 The boy knew too well for his peace of mind upon whose lair he had lighted。 Uglier persons than gipsies were known to cross Egdon at times； and a reddleman was one of them。
“How I wish ‘twas only a gipsy！” he murmured。
The man was by this time ing back from the horses。 In his fear of being seen the boy rendered detection certain by nervous motion。 The heather and peat stratum overhung the brow of the pit in mats； hiding the actual verge。 The boy had stepped beyond the solid ground； the heather now gave way； and down he rolled over the scarp of grey sand to the very foot of the man。
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