XXXII. Night—Horses Tramping

           

           ThevillageofWeatherburywasquietasthegraveyardinitsmidst,andthelivingwerelyingwell-nighasstillasthedead.Thechurchclockstruckeleven.Theairwassoemptyofothersoundsthatthewhirroftheclock-workimmediatelybeforethestrokeswasdistinct,andsowasalsotheclickofthesameattheirclose.Thenotesflewforthwiththeusualblindobtusenessofinanimatethingsflappingandreboundingamongwalls,undulatingagainstthescatteredclouds,spreadingthroughtheirintersticesintounexploredmilesofspace.

           Bathsheba’scranniedandmouldyhallswereto-nightoccupiedonlybyMaryann,Liddybeing,aswasstated,withhersister,whomBathshebahadsetouttovisit.Afewminutesafterelevenhadstruck,Maryannturnedinherbedwithasenseofbeingdisturbed.Shewastotallyunconsciousofthenatureoftheinterruptiontohersleep.Itledtoadream,andthedreamtoanawakening,withanuneasysensationthatsomethinghadhappened.Sheleftherbedandlookedoutofthewindow.Thepaddockabuttedonthisendofthebuilding,andinthepaddockshecouldjustdiscernbytheuncertaingrayamovingfigureapproachingthehorsethatwasfeedingthere.Thefigureseizedthehorsebytheforelock,andledittothecornerofthefield.Hereshecouldseesomeobjectwhichcircumstancesprovedtobeavehicle,forafterafewminutesspentapparentlyinharnessing,sheheardthetrotofthehorsedowntheroad,mingledwiththesoundoflightwheels.

           Twovarietiesonlyofhumanitycouldhaveenteredthepaddockwiththeghostlikeglideofthatmysteriousfigure.

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