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“
I
quite
believe
you
,
”
said
that
gentleman
.
All
then
took
their
leave
,
wishing
their
entertainer
long
life
and
happiness
as
a
married
man
,
with
recapitulations
which
occupied
some
time
.
Wildeve
attended
them
to
the
door
,
beyond
which
the
deep
-
dyed
upward
stretch
of
heath
stood
awaiting
them
,
an
amplitude
of
darkness
reigning
from
their
feet
almost
to
the
zenith
,
where
a
definite
form
first
became
visible
in
the
lowering
forehead
of
Rainbarrow
.
Diving
into
the
dense
obscurity
in
a
line
headed
by
Sam
the
turf
-
cutter
,
they
pursued
their
trackless
way
home
.
When
the
scratching
of
the
furze
against
their
leggings
had
fainted
upon
the
ear
,
Wildeve
returned
to
the
room
where
he
had
left
Thomasin
and
her
aunt
.
The
women
were
gone
.
They
could
only
have
left
the
house
in
one
way
,
by
the
back
window
;
and
this
was
open
.
Wildeve
laughed
to
himself
,
remained
a
moment
thinking
,
and
idly
returned
to
the
front
room
.
Here
his
glance
fell
upon
a
bottle
of
wine
which
stood
on
the
mantelpiece
.
“
Ah
—
old
Dowden
!
”
he
murmured
;
and
going
to
the
kitchen
door
shouted
,
“
Is
anybody
here
who
can
take
something
to
old
Dowden
?
”
There
was
no
reply
.
The
room
was
empty
,
the
lad
who
acted
as
his
factotum
having
gone
to
bed
.
Wildeve
came
back
put
on
his
hat
,
took
the
bottle
,
and
left
the
house
,
turning
the
key
in
the
door
,
for
there
was
no
guest
at
the
inn
tonight
.
As
soon
as
he
was
on
the
road
the
little
bonfire
on
Mistover
Knap
again
met
his
eye
.
“
Still
waiting
,
are
you
,
my
lady
?
”
he
murmured
.
However
,
he
did
not
proceed
that
way
just
then
;
but
leaving
the
hill
to
the
left
of
him
,
he
stumbled
over
a
rutted
road
that
brought
him
to
a
cottage
which
,
like
all
other
habitations
on
the
heath
at
this
hour
,
was
only
saved
from
being
visible
by
a
faint
shine
from
its
bedroom
window
.
This
house
was
the
home
of
Olly
Dowden
,
the
besom
-
maker
,
and
he
entered
.
The
lower
room
was
in
darkness
;
but
by
feeling
his
way
he
found
a
table
,
whereon
he
placed
the
bottle
,
and
a
minute
later
emerged
again
upon
the
heath
.
He
stood
and
looked
northeast
at
the
undying
little
fire
—
high
up
above
him
,
though
not
so
high
as
Rainbarrow
.
We
have
been
told
what
happens
when
a
woman
deliberates
;
and
the
epigram
is
not
always
terminable
with
woman
,
provided
that
one
be
in
the
case
,
and
that
a
fair
one
