Hewas，indeed，walkingwithawilloverthefurze，asstraightasaline，asifhislifedependeduponit。
　　Hismotherdrewalongbreath，and，abandoningthevisittoThomasin，turnedback。Theeveningfilmsbegantomakenebulouspicturesofthevalleys，butthehighlandsstillwererakedbythedecliningraysofthewintersun，whichglancedonClymashewalkedforward，eyedbyeveryrabbitandfield—farearound，alongshadowadvancinginfrontofhim。
　　Ondrawingneartothefurze—coveredbankandditchwhichfortifiedthecaptain’sdwellinghecouldhearvoiceswithin，signifyingthatoperationshadbeenalreadybegun。
　　Attheside—entrancegatehestoppedandlookedover。
　　Halfadozenable—bodiedmenwerestandinginalinefromthewell—mouth，holdingaropewhichpassedoverthewell—rollerintothedepthsbelow。Fairway，withapieceofsmallerroperoundhisbody，madefasttooneofthestandards，toguardagainstaccidents，wasleaningovertheopening，hisrighthandclaspingtheverticalropethatdescendedintothewell。
　　"Now，silence，folks，"saidFairway。
　　Thetalkingceased，andFairwaygaveacircularmotiontotherope，asifhewerestirringbatter。Attheendofaminuteadullsplashingreverberatedfromthebottomofthewell；thehelicaltwisthehadimpartedtotheropehadreachedthegrapnelbelow。
　　"Haul！"saidFairway；andthemenwhoheldtheropebegantogatheritoverthewheel。
　　"Ithinkwe’vegotsommat，"saidoneofthehaulers—in。
　　"Thenpullsteady，"saidFairway。
　　Theygatheredupmoreandmore，tillaregulardrippingintothewellcouldbeheardbelow。Itgrewsmarterwiththeincreasingheightofthebucket，andpresentlyahundredandfiftyfeetofropehadbeenpulledin。
　　Fairwaythenlitalantern，tiedittoanothercord，andbeganloweringitintothewellbesidethefirst：
　　Clymcameforwardandlookeddown。Strangehumidleaves，whichknewnothingoftheseasonsoftheyear，andquaint—naturedmosseswererevealedonthewellsideasthelanterndescended；tillitsraysfelluponaconfusedmassofropeandbucketdanglinginthedank，darkair。
　　"We’veonlygotenbytheedgeofthehoop——steady，forGod’ssake！"saidFairway。
　　Theypulledwiththegreatestgentleness，tillthewetbucketappearedabouttwoyardsbelowthem，likeadeadfriendcometoearthagain。Threeorfourhandswerestretchedout，thenjerkwenttherope，whizzwentthewheel，thetwoforemosthaulersfellbackward，thebeatingofafallingbodywasheard，recedingdownthesidesofthewell，andathunderousuproararoseatthebottom。
　　Thebucketwasgoneagain。
　　"Damnthebucket！"saidFairway。
　　"Loweragain，"saidSam。
　　"I’masstiffasaram’shornstoopingsolong，"
　　saidFairway，standingupandstretchinghimselftillhisjointscreaked。
　　"Restafewminutes，Timothy，"saidYeobright。
　　"I’lltakeyourplace。"
　　Thegrapnelwasagainlowered。Itssmartimpactuponthedistantwaterreachedtheirearslikeakiss，whereuponYeobrightkneltdown，andleaningoverthewellbegandraggingthegrapnelroundandroundasFairwayhaddone。
　　"Tiearoperoundhim——itisdangerous！"criedasoftandanxiousvoicesomewhereabovethem。
　　Everybodyturned。Thespeakerwasawoman，gazingdownuponthegroupfromanupperwindow，whosepanesblazedintheruddyglarefromthewest。Herlipswerepartedandsheappearedforthemomenttoforgetwhereshewas。
　　Theropewasaccordinglytiedroundhiswaist，andtheworkproceeded。Atthenexthaultheweightwasnotheavy，anditwasdiscoveredthattheyhadonlysecuredacoiloftheropedetachedfromthebucket。Thetangledmasswasthrownintothebackground。HumphreytookYeobright’splace，andthegrapnelwasloweredagain。
　　Yeobrightretiredtotheheapofrecoveredropeinameditativemood。Oftheidentitybetweenthelady’svoiceandthatofthemelancholymummerhehadnotamoment’sdoubt。
　　"Howthoughtfulofher！"hesaidtohimself。
　　Eustacia，whohadreddenedwhensheperceivedtheeffectofherexclamationuponthegroupbelow，wasnolongertobeseenatthewindow，thoughYeobrightscanneditwistfully。Whilehestoodtherethemenatthewellsucceededingettingupthebucketwithoutamishap。
　　Oneofthemwenttoinquireforthecaptain，tolearnwhatordershewishedtogiveformendingthewell—tackle。
　　Thecaptainprovedtobeawayfromhome，andEustaciaappearedatthedoorandcameout。Shehadlapsedintoaneasyanddignifiedcalm，farremovedfromtheintensityoflifeinherwordsofsolicitudeforClym’ssafety。
　　"Willitbepossibletodrawwaterheretonight？"
　　sheinquired。
　　"No，miss；thebottomofthebucketiscleanknockedout。
　　Andaswecandonomorenowwe’llleaveoff，andcomeagaintomorrowmorning。"
　　"Nowater，"shemurmured，turningaway。
　　"IcansendyouupsomefromBlooms—End，"saidClym，comingforwardandraisinghishatasthemenretired。
　　YeobrightandEustacialookedateachotherforoneinstant，asifeachhadinmindthosefewmomentsduringwhichacertainmoonlightscenewascommontoboth。
　　Withtheglancethecalmfixityofherfeaturessublimeditselftoanexpressionofrefinementandwarmth；
　　itwaslikegarishnoonrisingtothedignityofsunsetinacoupleofseconds。
　　"Thankyou；itwillhardlybenecessary，"shereplied。
　　"Butifyouhavenowater？"
　　"Well，itiswhatIcallnowater，"shesaid，blushing，andliftingherlong—lashedeyelidsasiftoliftthemwereaworkrequiringconsideration。"Butmygrandfathercallsitwaterenough。I’llshowyouwhatImean。"
　　Shemovedawayafewyards，andClymfollowed。Whenshereachedthecorneroftheenclosure，wherethestepswereformedformountingtheboundarybank，shesprangupwithalightnesswhichseemedstrangeafterherlistlessmovementtowardsthewell。Itincidentallyshowedthatherapparentlanguordidnotarisefromlackofforce。
　　Clymascendedbehindher，andnoticedacircularburntpatchatthetopofthebank。"Ashes？"hesaid。
　　"Yes，"saidEustacia。"WehadalittlebonfireherelastFifthofNovember，andthosearethemarksofit。"
　　OnthatspothadstoodthefireshehadkindledtoattractWildeve。
　　"That’stheonlykindofwaterwehave，"shecontinued，tossingastoneintothepool，whichlayontheoutsideofthebanklikethewhiteofaneyewithoutitspupil。
　　Thestonefellwithaflounce，butnoWildeveappearedontheotherside，asonapreviousoccasionthere。
　　"Mygrandfathersayshelivedformorethantwentyyearsatseaonwatertwiceasbadasthat，"shewenton，"andconsidersitquitegoodenoughforushereonanemergency。"
　　"Well，asamatteroffacttherearenoimpuritiesinthewaterofthesepoolsatthistimeoftheyear。
　　Ithasonlyjustrainedintothem。"
　　Sheshookherhead。"Iammanagingtoexistinawilderness，butIcannotdrinkfromapond，"shesaid。
　　Clymlookedtowardsthewell，whichwasnowdeserted，themenhavinggonehome。"Itisalongwaytosendforspring—water，"hesaid，afterasilence。
　　"Butsinceyoudon’tlikethisinthepond，I’lltrytogetyousomemyself。"Hewentbacktothewell。
　　"Yes，IthinkIcoulddoitbytyingonthispail。"
　　"But，sinceIwouldnottroublethementogetit，Icannotinconscienceletyou。"
　　"Idon’tmindthetroubleatall。"
　　Hemadefastthepailtothelongcoilofrope，putitoverthewheel，andallowedittodescendbylettingtheropeslipthroughhishands。Beforeithadgonefar，however，hecheckedit。
　　"Imustmakefasttheendfirst，orwemaylosethewhole，"
　　hesaidtoEustacia，whohaddrawnnear。"Couldyouholdthisamoment，whileIdoit——orshallIcallyourservant？"
　　"Icanholdit，"saidEustacia；andheplacedtheropeinherhands，goingthentosearchfortheend。
　　"IsupposeImayletitslipdown？"sheinquired。
　　"Iwouldadviseyounottoletitgofar，"saidClym。
　　"Itwillgetmuchheavier，youwillfind。"
　　However，Eustaciahadbeguntopayout。Whilehewastyingshecried，"Icannotstopit！"
　　Clymrantoherside，andfoundhecouldonlychecktheropebytwistingtheloosepartroundtheuprightpost，whenitstoppedwithajerk。"Hasithurtyou？"
　　"Yes，"shereplied。
　　"Verymuch？"
　　"No；Ithinknot。"Sheopenedherhands。Oneofthemwasbleeding；theropehaddraggedofftheskin。
　　Eustaciawrappeditinherhandkerchief。
　　"Youshouldhaveletgo，"saidYeobright。"Whydidn’tyou？"
　　"YousaidIwastoholdon……ThisisthesecondtimeIhavebeenwoundedtoday。"
　　"Ah，yes；Ihaveheardofit。IblushformynativeEgdon。
　　Wasitaseriousinjuryyoureceivedinchurch，MissVye？"
　　TherewassuchanabundanceofsympathyinClym’stonethatEustaciaslowlydrewuphersleeveanddisclosedherroundwhitearm。Abrightredspotappearedonitssmoothsurface，likearubyonParianmarble。
　　"Thereitis，"shesaid，puttingherfingeragainstthespot。
　　"Itwasdastardlyofthewoman，"saidClym。"WillnotCaptainVyegetherpunished？"
　　"Heisgonefromhomeonthatverybusiness。IdidnotknowthatIhadsuchamagicreputation。"
　　"Andyoufainted？"saidClym，lookingatthescarletlittlepunctureasifhewouldliketokissitandmakeitwell。
　　"Yes，itfrightenedme。Ihadnotbeentochurchforalongtime。AndnowIshallnotgoagainforeversolong——perhapsnever。Icannotfacetheireyesafterthis。
　　Don’tyouthinkitdreadfullyhumiliating？IwishedIwasdeadforhoursafter，butIdon’tmindnow。"
　　"Ihavecometocleanawaythesecobwebs，"saidYeobright。
　　"Wouldyouliketohelpme——byhigh—classteaching？Wemightbenefitthemmuch。"
　　"Idon’tquitefeelanxiousto。Ihavenotmuchloveformyfellow—creatures。SometimesIquitehatethem。"
　　"StillIthinkthatifyouweretohearmyschemeyoumighttakeaninterestinit。Thereisnouseinhatingpeople——ifyouhateanything，youshouldhatewhatproducedthem。"
　　"DoyoumeanNature？Ihateheralready。ButIshallbegladtohearyourschemeatanytime。"
　　Thesituationhadnowworkeditselfout，andthenextnaturalthingwasforthemtopart。Clymknewthiswellenough，andEustaciamadeamoveofconclusion；
　　yethelookedatherasifhehadonewordmoretosay。
　　PerhapsifhehadnotlivedinParisitwouldneverhavebeenuttered。
　　"Wehavemetbefore，"hesaid，regardingherwithrathermoreinterestthanwasnecessary。
　　"Idonotownit，"saidEustacia，witharepressed，stilllook。
　　"ButImaythinkwhatIlike。"
　　"Yes。"
　　"Youarelonelyhere。"
　　"Icannotenduretheheath，exceptinitspurpleseason。
　　Theheathisacrueltaskmastertome。"
　　"Canyousayso？"heasked。"Tomyminditismostexhilarating，andstrengthening，andsoothing。Iwouldratherliveonthesehillsthananywhereelseintheworld。"
　　"Itiswellenoughforartists；butIneverwouldlearntodraw。"
　　"Andthereisaverycuriousdruidicalstonejustoutthere。"
　　Hethrewapebbleinthedirectionsignified。"Doyouoftengotoseeit？"
　　"Iwasnotevenawarethereexistedanysuchcuriousdruidicalstone。IamawarethatthereareboulevardsinParis。"
　　Yeobrightlookedthoughtfullyontheground。
　　"Thatmeansmuch，"hesaid。
　　"Itdoesindeed，"saidEustacia。
　　"IrememberwhenIhadthesamelongingfortownbustle。
　　Fiveyearsofagreatcitywouldbeaperfectcureforthat。"
　　"Heavensendmesuchacure！Now，Mr。Yeobright，Iwillgoindoorsandplastermywoundedhand。"
　　Theyseparated，andEustaciavanishedintheincreasingshade。
　　Sheseemedfullofmanythings。Herpastwasablank，herlifehadbegun。TheeffectuponClymofthismeetinghedidnotfullydiscovertillsometimeafter。
　　Duringhiswalkhomehismostintelligiblesensationwasthathisschemehadsomehowbecomeglorified。
　　Abeautifulwomanhadbeenintertwinedwithit。
　　Onreachingthehousehewentuptotheroomwhichwastobemadehisstudy，andoccupiedhimselfduringtheeveninginunpackinghisbooksfromtheboxesandarrangingthemonshelves。Fromanotherboxhedrewalampandacanofoil。Hetrimmedthelamp，arrangedhistable，andsaid，"Now，Iamreadytobegin。"
　　Heroseearlythenextmorning，readtwohoursbeforebreakfastbythelightofhislamp——readallthemorning，alltheafternoon。Justwhenthesunwasgoingdownhiseyesfeltweary，andheleantbackinhischair。
　　Hisroomoverlookedthefrontofthepremisesandthevalleyoftheheathbeyond。Thelowestbeamsofthewintersunthrewtheshadowofthehouseoverthepalings，acrossthegrassmarginoftheheath，andfarupthevale，wherethechimneyoutlinesandthoseofthesurroundingtree—topsstretchedforthinlongdarkprongs。Havingbeenseatedatworkallday，hedecidedtotakeaturnuponthehillsbeforeitgotdark；and，goingoutforthwith，hestruckacrosstheheathtowardsMistover。
　　Itwasanhourandahalflaterwhenheagainappearedatthegardengate。Theshuttersofthehousewereclosed，andChristianCantle，whohadbeenwheelingmanureaboutthegardenallday，hadgonehome。Onenteringhefoundthathismother，afterwaitingalongtimeforhim，hadfinishedhermeal。
　　"Wherehaveyoubeen，Clym？"sheimmediatelysaid。
　　"Whydidn’tyoutellmethatyouweregoingawayatthistime？"
　　"Ihavebeenontheheath。"
　　"You’llmeetEustaciaVyeifyougoupthere。"
　　Clympausedaminute。"Yes，Imetherthisevening，"
　　hesaid，asthoughitwerespokenunderthesheernecessityofpreservinghonesty。
　　"Iwonderedifyouhad。"
　　"Itwasnoappointment。"
　　"No；suchmeetingsneverare。"
　　"Butyouarenotangry，Mother？"
　　"IcanhardlysaythatIamnot。Angry？No。ButwhenI
　　considertheusualnatureofthedragwhichcausesmenofpromisetodisappointtheworldIfeeluneasy。"
　　"Youdeservecreditforthefeeling，Mother。ButIcanassureyouthatyouneednotbedisturbedbyitonmyaccount。"
　　"WhenIthinkofyouandyournewcrotchets，"saidMrs。Yeobright，withsomeemphasis，"Inaturallydon’tfeelsocomfortableasIdidatwelvemonthago。ItisincredibletomethatamanaccustomedtotheattractivewomenofParisandelsewhereshouldbesoeasilyworkeduponbyagirlinaheath。Youcouldjustaswellhavewalkedanotherway。"
　　"Ihadbeenstudyingallday。"
　　"Well，yes，"sheaddedmorehopefully，"Ihavebeenthinkingthatyoumightgetonasaschoolmaster，andrisethatway，sinceyoureallyaredeterminedtohatethecourseyouwerepursuing。"
　　Yeobrightwasunwillingtodisturbthisidea，thoughhisschemewasfarenoughremovedfromonewhereintheeducationofyouthshouldbemadeamerechannelofsocialascent。
　　Hehadnodesiresofthatsort。Hehadreachedthestageinayoungman’slifewhenthegrimnessofthegeneralhumansituationfirstbecomesclear；andtherealizationofthiscausesambitiontohaltawhile。InFranceitisnotuncustomarytocommitsuicideatthisstage；
　　inEnglandwedomuchbetter，ormuchworse，asthecasemaybe。
　　Thelovebetweentheyoungmanandhismotherwasstrangelyinvisiblenow。Ofloveitmaybesaid，thelessearthlythelessdemonstrative。Initsabsolutelyindestructibleformitreachesaprofundityinwhichallexhibitionofitselfispainful。Itwassowiththese。
　　Hadconversationsbetweenthembeenoverheard，peoplewouldhavesaid，"Howcoldtheyaretoeachother！"
　　HistheoryandhiswishesaboutdevotinghisfuturetoteachinghadmadeanimpressiononMrs。Yeobright。
　　Indeed，howcoulditbeotherwisewhenhewasapartofher——whentheirdiscourseswereasifcarriedonbetweentherightandthelefthandsofthesamebody？
　　Hehaddespairedofreachingherbyargument；anditwasalmostasadiscoverytohimthathecouldreachherbyamagnetismwhichwasassuperiortowordsaswordsaretoyells。
　　Strangelyenoughhebegantofeelnowthatitwouldnotbesohardtopersuadeherwhowashisbestfriendthatcomparativepovertywasessentiallythehighercourseforhim，astoreconciletohisfeelingstheactofpersuadingher。Fromeveryprovidentpointofviewhismotherwassoundoubtedlyright，thathewasnotwithoutasicknessofheartinfindinghecouldshakeher。
　　Shehadasingularinsightintolife，consideringthatshehadnevermixedwithit。Thereareinstancesofpersonswho，withoutclearideasofthethingstheycriticizehaveyethadclearideasoftherelationsofthosethings。
　　Blacklock，apoetblindfromhisbirth，coulddescribevisualobjectswithaccuracy；ProfessorSanderson，whowasalsoblind，gaveexcellentlecturesoncolour，andtaughtothersthetheoryofideaswhichtheyhadandhehadnot。Inthesocialspherethesegiftedonesaremostlywomen；theycanwatchaworldwhichtheyneversaw，andestimateforcesofwhichtheyhaveonlyheard。
　　Wecallitintuition。
　　WhatwasthegreatworldtoMrs。Yeobright？Amultitudewhosetendenciescouldbeperceived，thoughnotitsessences。
　　Communitieswereseenbyherasfromadistance；
　　shesawthemasweseethethrongswhichcoverthecanvasesofSallaert，VanAlsloot，andothersofthatschool——vastmassesofbeings，jostling，zigzagging，andprocessioningindefinitedirections，butwhosefeaturesareindistinguishablebytheverycomprehensivenessoftheview。
　　Onecouldseethat，asfarasithadgone，herlifewasverycompleteonitsreflectiveside。Thephilosophyofhernature，anditslimitationbycircumstances，wasalmostwritteninhermovements。Theyhadamajesticfoundation，thoughtheywerefarfrombeingmajestic；andtheyhadaground—workofassurance，buttheywerenotassured。
　　Asheronceelasticwalkhadbecomedeadenedbytime，sohadhernaturalprideoflifebeenhinderedinitsbloomingbyhernecessities。
　　ThenextslighttouchintheshapingofClym’sdestinyoccurredafewdaysafter。Abarrowwasopenedontheheath，andYeobrightattendedtheoperation，remainingawayfromhisstudyduringseveralhours。IntheafternoonChristianreturnedfromajourneyinthesamedirection，andMrs。Yeobrightquestionedhim。
　　"Theyhavedugahole，andtheyhavefoundthingslikeflowerpotsupsidedown，Mis’essYeobright；andinsidetheseberealcharnelbones。Theyhavecarried’emofftomen’shouses；
　　butIshouldn’tliketosleepwheretheywillbide。
　　Deadfolkshavebeenknowntocomeandclaimtheirown。
　　Mr。Yeobrighthadgotonepotofthebones，andwasgoingtobring’emhome——realskellingtonbones——but’twasorderedotherwise。You’llberelievedtohearthathegaveawayhispotandall，onsecondthoughts；andablessedthingforye，Mis’essYeobright，consideringthewindo’nights。"
　　"Gaveitaway？"
　　"Yes。ToMissVye。Shehasacannibaltasteforsuchchurchyardfurnitureseemingly。"
　　"MissVyewastheretoo？"
　　"Ay，’ab’lieveshewas。"
　　WhenClymcamehome，whichwasshortlyafter，hismothersaid，inacurioustone，"Theurnyouhadmeantformeyougaveaway。"
　　Yeobrightmadenoreply；thecurrentofherfeelingwastoopronouncedtoadmitit。
　　Theearlyweeksoftheyearpassedon。Yeobrightcertainlystudiedathome，buthealsowalkedmuchabroad，andthedirectionofhiswalkwasalwaystowardssomepointofalinebetweenMistoverandRainbarrow。
　　ThemonthofMarcharrived，andtheheathshoweditsfirstsignsofawakeningfromwintertrance。Theawakeningwasalmostfelineinitsstealthiness。ThepooloutsidethebankbyEustacia’sdwelling，whichseemedasdeadanddesolateasevertoanobserverwhomovedandmadenoisesinhisobservation，wouldgraduallydiscloseastateofgreatanimationwhensilentlywatchedawhile。
　　Atimidanimalworldhadcometolifefortheseason。
　　Littletadpolesandeftsbegantobubbleupthroughthewater，andtoracealongbeneathit；toadsmadenoiseslikeveryyoungducks，andadvancedtothemarginintwosandthrees；overhead，bumblebeesflewhitherandthitherinthethickeninglight，theirdronecomingandgoinglikethesoundofagong。
　　OnaneveningsuchasthisYeobrightdescendedintotheBlooms—Endvalleyfrombesidethatverypool，wherehehadbeenstandingwithanotherpersonquitesilentlyandquitelongenoughtohearallthispunystirofresurrectioninnature；yethehadnotheardit。