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。