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`` No water , '' she murmured , turning away . `` I can send you up some from Blooms-End , '' said Clym , coming forward and raising his hat as the men retired . Yeobright and Eustacia looked at each other for one instant , as if each had in mind those few moments during which a certain moonlight scene was common to both . With the glance the calm fixity of her features sublimed itself to an expression of refinement and warmth : it was like garish noon rising to the dignity of sunset in a couple of seconds . `` Thank you ; it will hardly be necessary , '' she replied . `` But if you have no water ? '' `` Well , it is what I call no water , '' she said , blushing , and lifting her long-lashed eyelids as if to lift them were a work requiring consideration .