XL. On Casterbridge Highway

           

           Foraconsiderabletimethewomanwalkedon.Herstepsbecamefeebler,andshestrainedhereyestolookafaruponthenakedroad,nowindistinctamidthepenumbræofnight.Atlengthheronwardwalkdwindledtothemeresttotter,andsheopenedagatewithinwhichwasahaystack.Underneaththisshesatdownandpresentlyslept.

           Whenthewomanawokeitwastofindherselfinthedepthsofamoonlessandstarlessnight.Aheavyunbrokencrustofcloudstretchedacrossthesky,shuttingouteveryspeckofheaven;andadistanthalowhichhungoverthetownofCasterbridgewasvisibleagainsttheblackconcave,theluminosityappearingthebrighterbyitsgreatcontrastwiththecircumscribingdarkness.Towardsthisweak,softglowthewomanturnedhereyes.

           "IfIcouldonlygetthere!"shesaid."Meethimthedayafterto-morrow:Godhelpme!PerhapsIshallbeinmygravebeforethen."

           Amanor-houseclockfromthefardepthsofshadowstruckthehour,one,inasmall,attenuatedtone.Aftermidnightthevoiceofaclockseemstoloseinbreadthasmuchasinlength,andtodiminishitssonorousnesstoathinfalsetto.

           Afterwardsalighttwolightsarosefromtheremoteshade,andgrewlarger.Acarriagerolledalongtheroad,andpassedthegate.Itprobablycontainedsomelatediners-out.Thebeamsfromonelampshoneforamomentuponthecrouchingwoman,andthrewherfaceintovividrelief.Thefacewasyounginthegroundwork,oldinthefinish;thegeneralcontourswereflexuousandchildlike,butthefinerlineamentshadbeguntobesharpandthin.

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