Andnomorewassaid，ThomasinbeinggladenoughofareasonfornotmentioningClym’svisittoherthatevening，andhisstory。
7—TheNightoftheSixthofNovemberHavingresolvedonflightEustaciaattimesseemedanxiousthatsomethingshouldhappentothwartherownintention。TheonlyeventthatcouldreallychangeherpositionwastheappearanceofClym。Theglorywhichhadencircledhimasherloverwasdepartednow；
yetsomegoodsimplequalityofhiswouldoccasionallyreturntohermemoryandstiramomentarythrobofhopethathewouldagainpresenthimselfbeforeher。Butcalmlyconsidereditwasnotlikelythatsuchaseveranceasnowexistedwouldevercloseup——shewouldhavetoliveonasapainfulobject，isolated，andoutofplace。
Shehadusedtothinkoftheheathaloneasanuncongenialspottobein；shefeltitnowofthewholeworld。
Towardseveningonthesixthherdeterminationtogoawayagainrevived。Aboutfouro’clockshepackedupanewthefewsmallarticlesshehadbroughtinherflightfromAlderworth，andalsosomebelongingtoherwhichhadbeenlefthere；thewholeformedabundlenottoolargetobecarriedinherhandforadistanceofamileortwo。
Thescenewithoutgrewdarker；mud—colouredcloudsbellieddownwardsfromtheskylikevasthammocksslungacrossit，andwiththeincreaseofnightastormywindarose；
butasyettherewasnorain。
Eustaciacouldnotrestindoors，havingnothingmoretodo，andshewanderedtoandfroonthehill，notfarfromthehouseshewassoontoleave。InthesedesultoryramblingsshepassedthecottageofSusanNunsuch，alittlelowerdownthanhergrandfather’s。Thedoorwasajar，andaribandofbrightfirelightfelloverthegroundwithout。
AsEustaciacrossedthefirebeamssheappearedforaninstantasdistinctasafigureinaphantasmagoria——acreatureoflightsurroundedbyanareaofdarkness；
themomentpassed，andshewasabsorbedinnightagain。
Awomanwhowassittinginsidethecottagehadseenandrecognizedherinthatmomentaryirradiation。ThiswasSusanherself，occupiedinpreparingapossetforherlittleboy，who，oftenailing，wasnowseriouslyunwell。
Susandroppedthespoon，shookherfistatthevanishedfigure，andthenproceededwithherworkinamusing，absentway。
Ateighto’clock，thehouratwhichEustaciahadpromisedtosignalWildeveifevershesignalledatall，shelookedaroundthepremisestolearnifthecoastwasclear，wenttothefurze—rick，andpulledthencealong—stemmedboughofthatfuel。Thisshecarriedtothecornerofthebank，and，glancingbehindtoseeiftheshutterswereallclosed，shestruckalight，andkindledthefurze。
WhenitwasthoroughlyablazeEustaciatookitbythestemandwaveditintheairaboveherheadtillithadburneditselfout。
Shewasgratified，ifgratificationwerepossibletosuchamood，byseeingasimilarlightinthevicinityofWildeve’sresidenceaminuteortwolater。
Havingagreedtokeepwatchatthishoureverynight，incasesheshouldrequireassistance，thispromptnessprovedhowstrictlyhehadheldtohisword。
Fourhoursafterthepresenttime，thatis，atmidnight，hewastobereadytodrivehertoBudmouth，asprearranged。
Eustaciareturnedtothehouse。Supperhavingbeengotoversheretiredearly，andsatinherbedroomwaitingforthetimetogoby。Thenightbeingdarkandthreatening，CaptainVyehadnotstrolledouttogossipinanycottageortocallattheinn，aswassometimeshiscustomontheselongautumnnights；andhesatsippinggrogalonedownstairs。
Aboutteno’clocktherewasaknockatthedoor。
WhentheservantopenedittheraysofthecandlefellupontheformofFairway。
\"Iwasa—forcedtogotoLowerMistovertonight，\"
hesaid，\"andMr。Yeobrightaskedmetoleavethishereonmyway；but，faith，Iputitintheliningofmyhat，andthoughtnomoreaboutittillIgotbackandwashaspingmygatebeforegoingtobed。SoIhaverunbackwithitatonce。\"
Hehandedinaletterandwenthisway。Thegirlbroughtittothecaptain，whofoundthatitwasdirectedtoEustacia。Heturneditoverandover，andfanciedthatthewritingwasherhusband’s，thoughhecouldnotbesure。However，hedecidedtoletherhaveitatonceifpossible，andtookitupstairsforthatpurpose；
butonreachingthedoorofherroomandlookinginatthekeyholehefoundtherewasnolightwithin，thefactbeingthatEustacia，withoutundressing，hadflungherselfuponthebed，torestandgatheralittlestrengthforhercomingjourney。Hergrandfatherconcludedfromwhathesawthatheoughtnottodisturbher；
anddescendingagaintotheparlourheplacedtheletteronthemantelpiecetogiveittoherinthemorning。
Ateleveno’clockhewenttobedhimself，smokedforsometimeinhisbedroom，putouthislightathalf—
pasteleven，andthen，aswashisinvariablecustom，pulleduptheblindbeforegettingintobed，thathemightseewhichwaythewindblewonopeninghiseyesinthemorning，hisbedroomwindowcommandingaviewoftheflagstaffandvane。Justashehadlaindownhewassurprisedtoobservethewhitepoleofthestaffflashintoexistencelikeastreakofphosphorusdrawndownwardsacrosstheshadeofnightwithout。Onlyoneexplanationmetthis——alighthadbeensuddenlythrownuponthepolefromthedirectionofthehouse。Aseverybodyhadretiredtoresttheoldmanfeltitnecessarytogetoutofbed，openthewindowsoftly，andlooktotherightandleft。
Eustacia’sbedroomwaslightedup，anditwastheshinefromherwindowwhichhadlightedthepole。Wonderingwhathadarousedher，heremainedundecidedatthewindow，andwasthinkingoffetchingthelettertoslipitunderherdoor，whenheheardaslightbrushingofgarmentsonthepartitiondividinghisroomfromthepassage。
ThecaptainconcludedthatEustacia，feelingwakeful，hadgoneforabook，andwouldhavedismissedthematterasunimportantifhehadnotalsoheardherdistinctlyweepingasshepassed。
\"Sheisthinkingofthathusbandofhers，\"hesaidtohimself。
\"Ah，thesillygoose！shehadnobusinesstomarryhim。
Iwonderifthatletterisreallyhis？\"
Hearose，threwhisboat—cloakroundhim，openedthedoor，andsaid，\"Eustacia！\"Therewasnoanswer。\"Eustacia！\"herepeatedlouder，\"thereisaletteronthemantelpieceforyou。\"
Butnoresponsewasmadetothisstatementsaveanimaginaryonefromthewind，whichseemedtognawatthecornersofthehouse，andthestrokeofafewdropsofrainuponthewindows。
Hewentontothelanding，andstoodwaitingnearlyfiveminutes。Stillshedidnotreturn。Hewentbackforalight，andpreparedtofollowher；butfirsthelookedintoherbedroom。There，ontheoutsideofthequilt，wastheimpressionofherform，showingthatthebedhadnotbeenopened；and，whatwasmoresignificant，shehadnottakenhercandlestickdownstairs。
Hewasnowthoroughlyalarmed；andhastilyputtingonhisclotheshedescendedtothefrontdoor，whichhehimselfhadboltedandlocked。Itwasnowunfastened。
TherewasnolongeranydoubtthatEustaciahadleftthehouseatthismidnighthour；andwhithercouldshehavegone？Tofollowherwasalmostimpossible。
Hadthedwellingstoodinanordinaryroad，twopersonssettingout，oneineachdirection，mighthavemadesureofovertakingher；butitwasahopelesstasktoseekforanybodyonaheathinthedark，thepracticabledirectionsforflightacrossitfromanypointbeingasnumerousasthemeridiansradiatingfromthepole。
Perplexedwhattodo，helookedintotheparlour，andwasvexedtofindthattheletterstilllaythereuntouched。
Athalf—pasteleven，findingthatthehousewassilent，Eustaciahadlightedhercandle，putonsomewarmouterwrappings，takenherbaginherhand，and，extinguishingthelightagain，descendedthestaircase。
Whenshegotintotheouterairshefoundthatithadbeguntorain，andasshestoodpausingatthedooritincreased，threateningtocomeonheavily。Buthavingcommittedherselftothislineofactiontherewasnoretreatingforbadweather。EventhereceiptofClym’sletterwouldnothavestoppedhernow。Thegloomofthenightwasfunereal；allnatureseemedclothedincrape。
Thespikypointsofthefirtreesbehindthehouseroseintotheskyliketheturretsandpinnaclesofanabbey。
NothingbelowthehorizonwasvisiblesavealightwhichwasstillburninginthecottageofSusanNunsuch。
Eustaciaopenedherumbrellaandwentoutfromtheenclosurebythestepsoverthebank，afterwhichshewasbeyondalldangerofbeingperceived。Skirtingthepool，shefollowedthepathtowardsRainbarrow，occasionallystumblingovertwistedfurzeroots，tuftsofrushes，oroozinglumpsoffleshyfungi，whichatthisseasonlayscatteredabouttheheathliketherottenliverandlungsofsomecolossalanimal。Themoonandstarswereclosedupbycloudandraintothedegreeofextinction。
Itwasanightwhichledthetraveller’sthoughtsinstinctivelytodwellonnocturnalscenesofdisasterinthechroniclesoftheworld，onallthatisterribleanddarkinhistoryandlegend——thelastplagueofEgypt，thedestructionofSennacherib’shost，theagonyinGethsemane。
EustaciaatlengthreachedRainbarrow，andstoodstilltheretothink。Neverwasharmonymoreperfectthanthatbetweenthechaosofhermindandthechaosoftheworldwithout。
Asuddenrecollectionhadflashedonherthismoment——shehadnotmoneyenoughforundertakingalongjourney。
Amidthefluctuatingsentimentsofthedayherunpracticalmindhadnotdweltonthenecessityofbeingwell—provided，andnowthatshethoroughlyrealizedtheconditionsshesighedbitterlyandceasedtostanderect，graduallycrouchingdownundertheumbrellaasifsheweredrawnintotheBarrowbyahandfrombeneath。
Coulditbethatshewastoremainacaptivestill？
Money——shehadneverfeltitsvaluebefore。Eventoeffaceherselffromthecountrymeanswererequired。
ToaskWildeveforpecuniaryaidwithoutallowinghimtoaccompanyherwasimpossibletoawomanwithashadowofprideleftinher；toflyashismistress——andsheknewthathelovedher——wasofthenatureofhumiliation。
Anyonewhohadstoodbynowwouldhavepitiedher，notsomuchonaccountofherexposuretoweather，andisolationfromallofhumanityexceptthemoulderedremainsinsidethetumulus；butforthatotherformofmiserywhichwasdenotedbytheslightlyrockingmovementthatherfeelingsimpartedtoherperson。
Extremeunhappinessweighedvisiblyuponher。Betweenthedrippingsoftherainfromherumbrellatohermantle，fromhermantletotheheather，fromtheheathertotheearth，verysimilarsoundscouldbeheardcomingfromherlips；
andthetearfulnessoftheouterscenewasrepeateduponherface。Thewingsofhersoulwerebrokenbythecruelobstructivenessofallabouther；andevenhadsheseenherselfinapromisingwayofgettingtoBudmouth，enteringasteamer，andsailingtosomeoppositeport，shewouldhavebeenbutlittlemorebuoyant，sofearfullymalignantwereotherthings。Sheutteredwordsaloud。
Whenawomaninsuchasituation，neitherold，deaf，crazed，norwhimsical，takesuponherselftosobandsoliloquizealoudthereissomethinggrievousthematter。
\"CanIgo，canIgo？\"shemoaned。\"He’snotGREAT
enoughformetogivemyselfto——hedoesnotsufficeformydesire！……IfhehadbeenaSauloraBonaparte——
ah！Buttobreakmymarriagevowforhim——itistoopooraluxury！……AndIhavenomoneytogoalone！AndifIcould，whatcomforttome？Imustdragonnextyear，asIhavedraggedonthisyear，andtheyearafterthatasbefore。
HowIhavetriedandtriedtobeasplendidwoman，andhowdestinyhasbeenagainstme！……Idonotdeservemylot！\"shecriedinafrenzyofbitterrevolt。
\"O，thecrueltyofputtingmeintothisill—conceivedworld！Iwascapableofmuch；butIhavebeeninjuredandblightedandcrushedbythingsbeyondmycontrol！O，howharditisofHeaventodevisesuchtorturesforme，whohavedonenoharmtoHeavenatall！\"
ThedistantlightwhichEustaciahadcursorilyobservedinleavingthehousecame，asshehaddivined，fromthecottagewindowofSusanNunsuch。WhatEustaciadidnotdivinewastheoccupationofthewomanwithinatthatmoment。
Susan’ssightofherpassingfigureearlierintheevening，notfiveminutesafterthesickboy’sexclamation，\"Mother，Idofeelsobad！\"persuadedthematronthatanevilinfluencewascertainlyexercisedbyEustacia’spropinquity。
OnthisaccountSusandidnotgotobedassoonastheevening’sworkwasover，asshewouldhavedoneatordinarytimes。TocounteractthemalignspellwhichsheimaginedpoorEustaciatobeworking，theboy’smotherbusiedherselfwithaghastlyinventionofsuperstition，calculatedtobringpowerlessness，atrophy，andannihilationonanyhumanbeingagainstwhomitwasdirected。
ItwasapracticewellknownonEgdonatthatdate，andonethatisnotquiteextinctatthepresentday。
Shepassedwithhercandleintoaninnerroom，where，amongotherutensils，weretwolargebrownpans，containingtogetherperhapsahundredweightofliquidhoney，theproduceofthebeesduringtheforegoingsummer。
Onashelfoverthepanswasasmoothandsolidyellowmassofahemisphericalform，consistingofbeeswaxfromthesametakeofhoney。Susantookdownthelump，andcuttingoffseveralthinslices，heapedtheminanironladle，withwhichshereturnedtotheliving—room，andplacedthevesselinthehotashesofthefireplace。
Assoonasthewaxhadsoftenedtotheplasticityofdoughshekneadedthepiecestogether。Andnowherfacebecamemoreintent。Shebeganmouldingthewax；
anditwasevidentfromhermannerofmanipulationthatshewasendeavouringtogiveitsomepreconceivedform。
Theformwashuman。
Bywarmingandkneading，cuttingandtwisting，dismemberingandre—joiningtheincipientimageshehadinaboutaquarterofanhourproducedashapewhichtolerablywellresembledawoman，andwasaboutsixincheshigh。
Shelaiditonthetabletogetcoldandhard。Meanwhileshetookthecandleandwentupstairstowherethelittleboywaslying。
\"Didyounotice，mydear，whatMrs。Eustaciaworethisafternoonbesidesthedarkdress？\"
\"Aredribbonroundherneck。\"
\"Anythingelse？\"
\"No——exceptsandal—shoes。\"
\"Aredribbonandsandal—shoes，\"shesaidtoherself。
Mrs。Nunsuchwentandsearchedtillshefoundafragmentofthenarrowestredribbon，whichshetookdownstairsandtiedroundtheneckoftheimage。Thenfetchinginkandaquiltfromthericketybureaubythewindow，sheblackenedthefeetoftheimagetotheextentpresumablycoveredbyshoes；andontheinstepofeachfootmarkedcross—linesintheshapetakenbythesandalstringsofthosedays。Finallyshetiedabitofblackthreadroundtheupperpartofthehead，infaintresemblancetoasnoodwornforconfiningthehair。
Susanheldtheobjectatarm’slengthandcontemplateditwithasatisfactioninwhichtherewasnosmile。
ToanybodyacquaintedwiththeinhabitantsofEgdonHeaththeimagewouldhavesuggestedEustaciaYeobright。
Fromherworkbasketinthewindow—seatthewomantookapaperofpins，oftheoldlongandyellowsort，whoseheadsweredisposedtocomeoffattheirfirstusage。
Theseshebegantothrustintotheimageinalldirections，withapparentlyexcruciatingenergy。Probablyasmanyasfiftywerethusinserted，someintotheheadofthewaxmodel，someintotheshoulders，someintothetrunk，someupwardsthroughthesolesofthefeet，tillthefigurewascompletelypermeatedwithpins。
Sheturnedtothefire。Ithadbeenofturf；andthoughthehighheapofasheswhichturffiresproducewassomewhatdarkanddeadontheoutside，uponrakingitabroadwiththeshoveltheinsideofthemassshowedaglowofredheat。Shetookafewpiecesoffreshturffromthechimney—cornerandbuiltthemtogetherovertheglow，uponwhichthefirebrightened。SeizingwiththetongstheimagethatshehadmadeofEustacia，shehelditintheheat，andwatcheditasitbegantowasteslowlyaway。
Andwhileshestoodthusengagedtherecamefrombetweenherlipsamurmurofwords。
Itwasastrangejargon——theLord’sPrayerrepeatedbackwards——theincantationusualinproceedingsforobtainingunhallowedassistanceagainstanenemy。Susanutteredthelugubriousdiscoursethreetimesslowly，andwhenitwascompletedtheimagehadconsiderablydiminished。
Asthewaxdroppedintothefirealongflamearosefromthespot，andcurlingitstongueroundthefigureatestillfurtherintoitssubstance。Apinoccasionallydroppedwiththewax，andtheembersheateditredasitlay。
8—Rain，Darkness，andAnxiousWanderersWhiletheeffigyofEustaciawasmeltingtonothing，andthefairwomanherselfwasstandingonRainbarrow，hersoulinanabyssofdesolationseldomplumbedbyonesoyoung，YeobrightsatlonelyatBlooms—End。HehadfulfilledhiswordtoThomasinbysendingoffFairwaywiththelettertohiswife，andnowwaitedwithincreasedimpatienceforsomesoundorsignalofherreturn。
WereEustaciastillatMistovertheveryleastheexpectedwasthatshewouldsendhimbackareplytonightbythesamehand；though，toleavealltoherinclination，hehadcautionedFairwaynottoaskforananswer。
Ifonewerehandedtohimhewastobringitimmediately；
ifnot，hewastogostraighthomewithouttroublingtocomeroundtoBlooms—Endagainthatnight。
ButsecretlyClymhadamorepleasinghope。Eustaciamightpossiblydeclinetouseherpen——itwasratherherwaytoworksilently——andsurprisehimbyappearingathisdoor。
Howfullyhermindwasmadeuptodootherwisehedidnotknow。
ToClym’sregretitbegantorainandblowhardastheeveningadvanced。Thewindraspedandscrapedatthecornersofthehouse，andfillipedtheeavesdroppingslikepeasagainstthepanes。Hewalkedrestlesslyabouttheuntenantedrooms，stoppingstrangenoisesinwindowsanddoorsbyjammingsplintersofwoodintothecasementsandcrevices，andpressingtogethertheleadworkofthequarrieswhereithadbecomeloosenedfromtheglass。
Itwasoneofthosenightswhencracksinthewallsofoldchurcheswiden，whenancientstainsontheceilingsofdecayedmanorhousesarerenewedandenlargedfromthesizeofaman’shandtoanareaofmanyfeet。
Thelittlegateinthepalingsbeforehisdwellingcontinuallyopenedandclickedtogetheragain，butwhenhelookedouteagerlynobodywasthere；itwasasifinvisibleshapesofthedeadwerepassinginontheirwaytovisithim。
Betweentenandeleveno’clock，findingthatneitherFairwaynoranybodyelsecametohim，heretiredtorest，anddespitehisanxietiessoonfellasleep。
Hissleep，however，wasnotverysound，byreasonoftheexpectancyhehadgivenwayto，andhewaseasilyawakenedbyaknockingwhichbeganatthedooraboutanhourafter。Clymaroseandlookedoutofthewindow。
Rainwasstillfallingheavily，thewholeexpanseofheathbeforehimemittingasubduedhissunderthedownpour。
Itwastoodarktoseeanythingatall。
\"Who’sthere？\"hecried。
Lightfootstepsshiftedtheirpositionintheporch，andhecouldjustdistinguishinaplaintivefemalevoicethewords，\"OClym，comedownandletmein！\"
Heflushedhotwithagitation。\"SurelyitisEustacia！\"
hemurmured。Ifso，shehadindeedcometohimunawares。
Hehastilygotalight，dressedhimself，andwentdown。
Onhisflingingopenthedoortheraysofthecandlefelluponawomancloselywrappedup，whoatoncecameforward。
\"Thomasin！\"heexclaimedinanindescribabletoneofdisappointment。\"ItisThomasin，andonsuchanightasthis！O，whereisEustacia？\"
Thomasinitwas，wet，frightened，andpanting。
\"Eustacia？Idon’tknow，Clym；butIcanthink，\"shesaidwithmuchperturbation。\"Letmecomeinandrest——I
willexplainthis。Thereisagreattroublebrewing——myhusbandandEustacia！\"
\"What，what？\"
\"Ithinkmyhusbandisgoingtoleavemeordosomethingdreadful——Idon’tknowwhat——Clym，willyougoandsee？
Ihavenobodytohelpmebutyou；Eustaciahasnotyetcomehome？\"
\"No。\"
Shewentonbreathlessly：\"Thentheyaregoingtorunofftogether！Hecameindoorstonightabouteighto’clockandsaidinanoff—handway，’Tamsie，IhavejustfoundthatI
mustgoajourney。’’When？’Isaid。’Tonight，’hesaid。
’Where？’Iaskedhim。’Icannottellyouatpresent，’
hesaid；’Ishallbebackagaintomorrow。’Hethenwentandbusiedhimselfinlookinguphisthings，andtooknonoticeofmeatall。Iexpectedtoseehimstart，buthedidnot，andthenitcametobeteno’clock，whenhesaid，’Youhadbettergotobed。’Ididn’tknowwhattodo，andIwenttobed。IbelievehethoughtIfellasleep，forhalfanhourafterthathecameupandunlockedtheoakchestwekeepmoneyinwhenwehavemuchinthehouseandtookoutarollofsomethingwhichIbelievewasbanknotes，thoughIwasnotawarethathehad’emthere。Thesehemusthavegotfromthebankwhenhewenttheretheotherday。
Whatdoeshewantbanknotesfor，ifheisonlygoingoffforaday？WhenhehadgonedownIthoughtofEustacia，andhowhehadmetherthenightbefore——Iknowhedidmeether，Clym，forIfollowedhimpartoftheway；butI
didnotliketotellyouwhenyoucalled，andsomakeyouthinkillofhim，asIdidnotthinkitwassoserious。
ThenIcouldnotstayinbed；Igotupanddressedmyself，andwhenIheardhimoutinthestableIthoughtIwouldcomeandtellyou。SoIcamedownstairswithoutanynoiseandslippedout。\"
\"Thenhewasnotabsolutelygonewhenyouleft？\"
\"No。Willyou，dearCousinClym，goandtrytopersuadehimnottogo？HetakesnonoticeofwhatIsay，andputsmeoffwiththestoryofhisgoingonajourney，andwillbehometomorrow，andallthat；butIdon’tbelieveit。
Ithinkyoucouldinfluencehim。\"
\"I’llgo，\"saidClym。\"O，Eustacia！\"
Thomasincarriedinherarmsalargebundle；andhavingbythistimeseatedherselfshebegantounrollit，whenababyappearedasthekerneltothehusks——dry，warm，andunconsciousoftravelorroughweather。
Thomasinbrieflykissedthebaby，andthenfoundtimetobegincryingasshesaid，\"Ibroughtbaby，forIwasafraidwhatmighthappentoher。Isupposeitwillbeherdeath，butIcouldn’tleaveherwithRachel！\"
Clymhastilyputtogetherthelogsonthehearth，rakedabroadtheembers，whichwerescarcelyyetextinct，andblewupaflamewiththebellows。
\"Dryyourself，\"hesaid。\"I’llgoandgetsomemorewood。\"
\"No，no——don’tstayforthat。I’llmakeupthefire。
Willyougoatonce——pleasewillyou？\"
Yeobrightranupstairstofinishdressinghimself。
Whilehewasgoneanotherrappingcametothedoor。
ThistimetherewasnodelusionthatitmightbeEustacia’s——thefootstepsjustprecedingithadbeenheavyandslow。
YeobrightthinkingitmightpossiblybeFairwaywithanoteinanswer，descendedagainandopenedthedoor。
\"CaptainVye？\"hesaidtoadrippingfigure。
\"Ismygranddaughterhere？\"saidthecaptain。
\"No。\"
\"Thenwhereisshe？\"。
\"Idon’tknow。\"
\"Butyououghttoknow——youareherhusband。\"
\"Onlyinnameapparently，\"saidClymwithrisingexcitement。
\"IbelieveshemeanstoelopetonightwithWildeve。
Iamjustgoingtolooktoit。\"
\"Well，shehasleftmyhouse；sheleftabouthalfanhourago。
Who’ssittingthere？\"
\"MycousinThomasin。\"
Thecaptainbowedinapreoccupiedwaytoher。
\"Ionlyhopeitisnoworsethananelopement，\"hesaid。
\"Worse？What’sworsethantheworstawifecando？\"
\"Well，Ihavebeentoldastrangetale。BeforestartinginsearchofherIcalledupCharley，mystablelad。
Imissedmypistolstheotherday。\"
\"Pistols？\"