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XLIII. Fanny's Revenge

           Aninstantafter,thefrontdooropenedandclosed,stepscrossedthehall,andherhusbandappearedattheentrancetotheroom,lookinginuponher.

           Hebehelditallbydegrees,staredinstupefactionatthescene,asifhethoughtitanillusionraisedbysomefiendishincantation.Bathsheba,pallidasacorpseonend,gazedbackathiminthesamewildway.

           Solittleareinstinctiveguessesthefruitofalegitimateinductionthat,atthismoment,ashestoodwiththedoorinhishand,TroyneveroncethoughtofFannyinconnectionwithwhathesaw.Hisfirstconfusedideawasthatsomebodyinthehousehaddied.

           "Wellwhat?"saidTroy,blankly.

           "Imustgo!Imustgo!"saidBathsheba,toherselfmorethantohim.Shecamewithadilatedeyetowardsthedoor,topushpasthim.

           "What’sthematter,inGod’sname?who’sdead?"saidTroy.

           "Icannotsay;letmegoout.Iwantair!"shecontinued.

           "Butno;stay,Iinsist!"Heseizedherhand,andthenvolitionseemedtoleaveher,andshewentoffintoastateofpassivity.He,stillholdingher,cameuptheroom,andthus,handinhand,TroyandBathshebaapproachedthecoffin’sside.

           Thecandlewasstandingonabureauclosebythem,andthelightslanteddown,distinctlyenkindlingthecoldfeaturesofbothmotherandbabe.Troylookedin,droppedhiswife’shand,knowledgeofitallcameoverhiminaluridsheen,andhestoodstill.

           Sostillheremainedthathecouldbeimaginedtohaveleftinhimnomotivepowerwhatever.Theclashesoffeelinginalldirectionsconfoundedoneanother,producedaneutrality,andtherewasmotioninnone.

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