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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.
"Seemingly. I can see a fellow of some sort walking round it. Little and good must be said of that fire, surely." "I can throw a stone there," said the boy. "And so can I!" said Grandfer Cantle. "No, no, you can't, my sonnies. That fire is not much less than a mile off, for all that 'a seems so near." "'Tis in the heath, but not furze," said the turf-cutter.
He gave his throat a thorough rake round, as if it were the duty of every person not to be mistaken through thickness of voice. "Yes, I knew of such a man," he said. "And what ghastly gallicrow might the poor fellow have been like, Master Fairway?" asked the turf-cutter. "Well, 'a was neither a deaf man, nor a dumb man, nor a blind man. What 'a was I don't say."
The turf-cutter seized old Olly Dowden, and, somewhat more gently, poussetted with her likewise.
"I fear that will never be," she said, looking afar with her beautiful stormy eyes. "How CAN you say 'I am happier, and nothing changed?" "It arises from my having at last discovered something I can do, and get a living at, in this time of misfortune." "Yes?" "I am going to be a furze and turf-cutter."
The weapons with which we have gained our most important victories, which should be handed down as heirlooms from father to son, are not the sword and the lance, but the bushwhack, the turf-cutter, the spade, and the bog-hoe, rusted with the blood of many a meadow, and begrimed with the dust of many a hard-fought field.
The turf-cutter seized old Olly Dowden, and, somewhat more gently, poussetted with her likewise.
"How dark 'tis now the fire's gone down!" said Christian Cantle, looking behind him with his hare eyes. "Don't ye think we'd better get home-along, neighbours? The heth isn't haunted, I know; but we'd better get home....Ah, what was that?" "Only the wind," said the turf-cutter. "I don't think Fifth-of-Novembers ought to be kept up by night except in towns.
"But it is right, too, that I should try to lift you out of this life into something richer, and that you should not come back again, and be as if I had not tried at all." Later in the day Sam, the turf-cutter, entered. "I've come a-borrowing, Mrs. Yeobright. I suppose you have heard what's been happening to the beauty on the hill?" "Yes, Sam: half a dozen have been telling us."
"But it is right, too, that I should try to lift you out of this life into something richer, and that you should not come back again, and be as if I had not tried at all." Later in the day Sam, the turf-cutter, entered. "I've come a-borrowing, Mrs. Yeobright. I suppose you have heard what's been happening to the beauty on the hill?" "Yes, Sam: half a dozen have been telling us."
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