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raised a fitful glow which came and went like the blush of a girl。 She stooped over the silent circle； and selecting from the brands a piece of stick which bore the largest live coal at its end； brought it to where she had been standing before。
She held the brand to the ground； blowing the red coal with her mouth at the same time； till it faintly illuminated the sod； and revealed a small object； which turned out to be an hourglass； though she wore a watch。 She blew long enough to show that the sand had all slipped through。
“Ah！” she said； as if surprised。
The light raised by her breath had been very fitful； and a momentary irradiation of flesh was all that it had disclosed of her face。 That consisted of two matchless lips and a cheek only； her head being still enveloped。 She threw away the stick； took the glass in her hand； the telescope under her arm； and moved on。
Along the ridge ran a faint foot…track； which the lady followed。 Those who knew it well called it a path； and； while a mere visitor would have passed it unnoticed even by day； the regular haunters of the heath were at no loss for it at midnight。 The whole secret of following these incipient paths； when there was not light enough in the atmosphere to show a turnpike road； lay in the development of the sense of touch in the feet； which es with years of night…rambling in little…trodden spots。 To a walker practised in such places a difference between impact on maiden herbage； and on the crippled stalks of a slight footway； is perceptible through the thickest boot or shoe。
The solitary figure who walked this beat took no notice of the windy tune still played on the dead heathbells。 She did not turn her head to look at a group of dark creatures further on； who fled from her presence as she skirted a ravine where they fed。 They were about a score of the small wild ponies known as heath…croppers。 They roamed at large on the undulations of Egdon； but in numbers too few to detract much from the solitude。
The pedestrian noticed nothing just now； and a clue to her abstraction was afforded by a trivial incident。 A bramble caught hold of her skirt； and checked her progress。 Instead of putting it off and hastening along； she yielded herself up to the pull； and stood passively still。 When she began to extricate herself it was by turning round and round； and so unwinding the prickly switch。 She was in a desponding reverie。
Her course was in the direction of the small undying fire which had drawn the attention of the men on Rainbarrow and of Wildeve in the valley below。 A faint illumination from its rays began to glow upon her face； and the fire soon revealed itself to be lit； not on the level ground； but on a salient corner or redan of earth； at the junction of two converging bank fences。 Outside was a ditch； dry except immediately under the fire； where there was a large pool； bearded all round by heather and rushes。 In the smooth water of the pool the fire appeared upside down。
The banks meeting behind were bare of a hedge； save such as was formed by disconnected tufts of furze； standing upon stems along the top； like impaled heads above a city wall。 A white mast； fitted up with spars and other nautical tackle； could be seen rising against the dark clouds whenever the flames played brightly enough to reach it。 Altogether the scene had much the appearance of a fortification upon which had been kindled a beacon fire。
Nobody was visible； but ever and anon a whitish something moved above the bank from behind； and vanished again。 This was a small human hand； in the act of lifting pieces of fuel into the fire； but for all that could be seen the hand； like that which troubled Belshazzar； was there alone。 Occasionally an ember rolled off the bank； and dropped with a hiss into the pool。
At one side of the pool rough steps built of clods enabled everyone who wished to do so to mount the bank； which the woman did。 Within was a paddock in an uncultivated state； though bearing evidence of having once been tilled； but the heath and fern had insidiously crept in； and were reasserting their old supremacy。 Further ahead were dimly visible an irregular dwelling…house； garden； and outbuildings； backed by a clump of firs。
The young lady—for youth had revealed its presence in her buoyant bound up the bank—walked along the top instead of descending inside； and came to the corner where the fire was burning。 One reason for the permanence of the blaze was now manifest： the fuel consisted of hard pieces of wood； cleft and sawn—the knotty boles of old thorn trees which grew in twos and threes about the hillsides。 A yet unconsumed pile of these lay in the inner angle of the bank； and from this corner the upturned face of a little boy greeted her eves。 He was dilatorily throwing up a piece of wood into the fire every now and then； a business which seemed to have engaged him a considerable part of the evening； for his face was somewhat weary。
“I am glad you have e； Miss Eustacia；” he said； with a sigh of relief。 “I don’t like biding by myself。”
“Nonsense。 I have only been a little way for a walk。
I have been gone only twenty minutes。”
“It seemed long；” murmured the sad boy。 “And you have been so many times。”
“Why； I thought you would be pleased to have a bonfire。
Are you not much obliged to me for making you one？”
“Yes； but there’s nobody here to play wi’ me。”
“I suppose nobody has e while I’ve been away？”
“Nobody except your grandfather—he looked out of doors once for ‘ee。 I told him you were walking round upon the hill to look at the other bonfires。”
“A good boy。”
“I think I hear him ing again； miss。”
An old man came into the remoter light of the fire from the direction of the homestead。 He was the same who had overtaken the reddleman on the road that afternoon。 He looked wistfully to the top of the bank at the woman who stood there； and his teeth； which were quite unimpaired； showed like parian from his parted lips。
“When are you ing indoors； Eustacia？” he asked。 “’Tis almost bedtime。 I’ve been home these two hours； and am tired out。 Surely ‘tis somewhat childish of you to stay out playing at bonfires so long； and wasting such fuel。 My precious thorn roots； the rarest of all firing； that I laid by on purpose for Christmas—you have burnt ‘em nearly all！”
“I promised Johnny a bonfire； and it pleases him not to let it go out just yet；” said Eustacia； in a way which told at once that she was absolute queen here。 “Grandfather； you go in to bed。 I shall follow you soon。
You like the fire； don’t you； Johnny？”
The boy looked up doubtfully at her and murmured； “I don’t think I want it any longer。”
Her grandfather had turned back again； and did not hear the boy’s reply。 As soon as the white…haired man had vanished she said in a tone of pique to the child； “Ungrateful little boy； how can you contradict me？ Never shall you have a bonfire again unless you keep it up now。 e； tell me you like to do things for me； and don’t deny it。”
The repressed child said； “Yes； I do； miss；” and continued to stir the fire perfunctorily。
“Stay a little longer and I will give you a crooked six…pence；” said Eustacia； more gently。 “Put in one piece of wood every two or three minutes； but not too much at once。 I am going to walk along the ridge a little longer； but I shall keep on ing to you。 And if you hear a frog jump into the pond with a flounce like a stone thrown in； be sure you run and tell me； because it is a sign of rain。”
“Yes； Eustacia。”
“Miss Vye； sir。”
“Miss Vy—stacia。”
“That will do。 Now put in one stick more。”
The little slave went on feeding the fire as before。 He seemed a mere automaton； galvanized into moving and speaking by the wayward Eustacia’s will。 He might have been the brass statue which Albertus Magnus is said to have animated just so far as to make it chatter； and move； and be his servant。
Before going on her walk again the young girl stood still on the bank for a few instants and listened。 It was to the full as lonely a place as Rainbarrow； though at rather a lower level； and it was more sheltered from wind and weather on account of the few firs to the north。 The bank which enclosed the homestead； and protected it from the lawless state of the world without； was formed of thick square clods； dug from the ditch on the outside； and built up with a slight batter or incline； which forms no slight defense where hedges will not grow because of the wind and the wilderness； and where wall materials are unattainable。 Otherwise the situation was quite open； manding the whole length of the valley which reached to the river behind Wildeve’s house。 High above this to the right； and much nearer thitherward than the Quiet Woman Inn； the blurred contour of Rainbarrow obstructed the sky。
After her attentive survey of the wild slopes and hollow ravines a gesture of impatience escaped Eustacia。 She vented petulant words every now and then； but there were sighs between her words； and sudden listenings between her sighs。 Descending from her perch she again sauntered off towards Rainbarrow； though this time she did not go the whole way。
Twice she reappeared at intervals of a few minutes and each time she said—
“Not any flounce into the pond yet； little man？”
“No； Miss Eustacia；” the child replied。
“Well；” she said at last； “I shall soon be going in； and then I will give you the crooked sixpence； and let you go home。”
“Thank’ee； Miss Eustacia；” said the tired stoker； breathing more easily。 And Eustacia again strolled away from the fire； but this time not towards Rainbarrow。 She skirted the bank and went round to the wicket before the house； where she stood motionless； looking at the scene。
Fifty yards off rose the corner of the two converging banks； with the fire upon it； within the bank； lifting up to the fire one stick at a time； just as before； the figure of the little child。 She idly watched him as he occasionally climbed up in the nook of the bank and stood beside the brands。 The wind blew the smoke； and the child’s hair； and the corner of his pinafore； all in the same direction； the breeze died； and the pinafore and hair lay still； and the smoke went up straight。
While Eustacia looked on from this distance the boy’s form visibly started—he slid down the bank and ran across towards the white gate。
“Well？” said Eustacia。
“A hopfrog have jumped into the pond。 Yes； I heard ‘en！”
“Then it is going to rain； and you had better go home。 You will not be afraid？” She spoke hurriedly； as if her heart had leapt into her throat at the boy’s words。
“No； because I shall hae the crooked sixpence。”
“Yes。 here it is。 Now run as fast as you can—not that way—through the garden here。 No other boy in the heath has had such a bonfire as yours。”
The boy； who clearly had had too much of a good thing； marched away into the shadows with alacrity。 When he was gone Eustacia； leaving her telescope and hourglass by the gate； brushed forward from the wicket towards the angle of the bank； under the fire。
Here； screened by the outwork； she waited。 In a few moments a splash was audible from the pond outside。 Had the child been there he would have said that a second frog had jumped in； but by most people the sound would have been likened to the fall of a stone into the water。 Eustacia stepped upon the bank。
“Yes？” she said； and held her breath。
Thereupon the contour of a man became dimly visible against the low…reaching sky over the valley； beyond the outer margin of the pool。 He came round it and leapt upon the bank beside her。 A low laugh escaped her—the third utterance which the girl had indulged in tonight。 The first； when she stood upon Rainbarrow； had expressed anxiety； the second； on the ridge； had expressed impatience； the present was one of triumphant pleasure。 She let her joyous eyes rest upon him without speaking； as upon some wondrous thing she had created out of chaos。
“I have e；” said the man； who was Wildeve。
“You give me no peace。 Why do you not leave me alone？ I have seen your bonfire all the evening。” The words were not without emotion； and retained their level tone as if by a careful equipoise between imminent extremes。
At this unexpectedly repressing manner in her lover the girl seemed to repress herself also。 “Of course you have seen my fire；” she answered with languid calmness； artificially maintained。 “Why shouldn’t I have a bonfire on the Fifth of November； like other denizens of the heath？”
“I knew it was meant for me。”
“How did you know it？ I have had no word with you since you—you chose her； and walked about with her； and deserted me entirely； as if I had never been yours life and soul so irretrievably！”
“Eustacia！ could I forget that last autumn at this same day of the month and at this same place you lighted exactly such a fire as a signal for me to e and see you？ Why should there have been a bonfire again by Captain Vye’s house if not for the same purpose？”
“Yes； yes—I own it；” she cried under her breath； with a drowsy fervour of manner and tone which was quite peculiar to her。 “Don’t begin speaking to me as you did； Damon； you will drive me to say words I would not wish to say to you。