Возвращение на родину

V. Sharp Words Are Spoken, and a Crisis Ensues

           Theyformedaverycomelypictureofloveatfullflush,astheywalkedalongthevalleythatlateafternoon,thesunslopingdownontheirright,andthrowingtheirthinspectralshadows,tallaspoplartrees,faroutacrossthefurzeandfern.Eustaciawentwithherheadthrownbackfancifully,acertaingladandvoluptuousairoftriumphpervadinghereyesathavingwonbyherownunaidedselfamanwhowasherperfectcomplementinattainment,appearance,andage.Ontheyoungman’spart,thepalenessoffacewhichhehadbroughtwithhimfromParis,andtheincipientmarksoftimeandthought,werelessperceptiblethanwhenhereturned,thehealthfulandenergeticsturdinesswhichwashisbynaturehavingpartiallyrecovereditsoriginalproportions.Theywanderedonwardtilltheyreachedthenethermarginoftheheath,whereitbecamemarshyandmergedinmoorland.

           “Imustpartfromyouhere,Clym,”saidEustacia.

           Theystoodstillandpreparedtobideachotherfarewell.Everythingbeforethemwasonaperfectlevel.Thesun,restingonthehorizonline,streamedacrossthegroundfrombetweencopper-colouredandlilacclouds,stretchedoutinflatsbeneathaskyofpalesoftgreen.Alldarkobjectsontheearththatlaytowardsthesunwereoverspreadbyapurplehaze,againstwhichgroupsofwailinggnatsshoneout,risingupwardsanddancingaboutlikesparksoffire.

           “O!thisleavingyouistoohardtobear!”exclaimedEustaciainasuddenwhisperofanguish.

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