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Whitcross
regained
,
I
followed
a
road
which
led
from
the
sun
,
now
fervent
and
high
.
By
no
other
circumstance
had
I
will
to
decide
my
choice
.
I
walked
a
long
time
,
and
when
I
thought
I
had
nearly
done
enough
,
and
might
conscientiously
yield
to
the
fatigue
that
almost
overpowered
me
--
might
relax
this
forced
action
,
and
,
sitting
down
on
a
stone
I
saw
near
,
submit
resistlessly
to
the
apathy
that
clogged
heart
and
limb
--
I
heard
a
bell
chime
--
a
church
bell
.
I
turned
in
the
direction
of
the
sound
,
and
there
,
amongst
the
romantic
hills
,
whose
changes
and
aspect
I
had
ceased
to
note
an
hour
ago
,
I
saw
a
hamlet
and
a
spire
.
All
the
valley
at
my
right
hand
was
full
of
pasture-fields
,
and
cornfields
,
and
wood
;
and
a
glittering
stream
ran
zig-zag
through
the
varied
shades
of
green
,
the
mellowing
grain
,
the
sombre
woodland
,
the
clear
and
sunny
lea
.
Recalled
by
the
rumbling
of
wheels
to
the
road
before
me
,
I
saw
a
heavily-laden
waggon
labouring
up
the
hill
,
and
not
far
beyond
were
two
cows
and
their
drover
.
Human
life
and
human
labour
were
near
.
I
must
struggle
on
:
strive
to
live
and
bend
to
toil
like
the
rest
.
About
two
o'clock
p.
m.
I
entered
the
village
.
At
the
bottom
of
its
one
street
there
was
a
little
shop
with
some
cakes
of
bread
in
the
window
.
I
coveted
a
cake
of
bread
.
With
that
refreshment
I
could
perhaps
regain
a
degree
of
energy
:
without
it
,
it
would
be
difficult
to
proceed
.
The
wish
to
have
some
strength
and
some
vigour
returned
to
me
as
soon
as
I
was
amongst
my
fellow-beings
.
I
felt
it
would
be
degrading
to
faint
with
hunger
on
the
causeway
of
a
hamlet
.
Had
I
nothing
about
me
I
could
offer
in
exchange
for
one
of
these
rolls
?
I
considered
.
I
had
a
small
silk
handkerchief
tied
round
my
throat
;
I
had
my
gloves
.
I
could
hardly
tell
how
men
and
women
in
extremities
of
destitution
proceeded
.
I
did
not
know
whether
either
of
these
articles
would
be
accepted
:
probably
they
would
not
;
but
I
must
try
.
I
entered
the
shop
:
a
woman
was
there
.
Seeing
a
respectably-dressed
person
,
a
lady
as
she
supposed
,
she
came
forward
with
civility
.
How
could
she
serve
me
?
I
was
seized
with
shame
:
my
tongue
would
not
utter
the
request
I
had
prepared
.
I
dared
not
offer
her
the
half-worn
gloves
,
the
creased
handkerchief
:
besides
,
I
felt
it
would
be
absurd
.
I
only
begged
permission
to
sit
down
a
moment
,
as
I
was
tired
.
Disappointed
in
the
expectation
of
a
customer
,
she
coolly
acceded
to
my
request
.
She
pointed
to
a
seat
;
I
sank
into
it
.
I
felt
sorely
urged
to
weep
;
but
conscious
how
unseasonable
such
a
manifestation
would
be
,
I
restrained
it
.
Soon
I
asked
her
"
if
there
were
any
dressmaker
or
plain-workwoman
in
the
village
?
"
"
Yes
;
two
or
three
.
Quite
as
many
as
there
was
employment
for
.
"
I
reflected
.
I
was
driven
to
the
point
now
.
I
was
brought
face
to
face
with
Necessity
.
I
stood
in
the
position
of
one
without
a
resource
,
without
a
friend
,
without
a
coin
.
I
must
do
something
.
What
?
I
must
apply
somewhere
.
Where
?
"
Did
she
know
of
any
place
in
the
neighbourhood
where
a
servant
was
wanted
?
"
"
Nay
;
she
could
n't
say
.
"
