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"
I
do
,
"
he
said
,
looking
boldly
back
into
hers
.
"
I
thought
you
did
,
"
said
she
,
with
angry
hauteur
,
and
still
regarding
him
.
"
Who
is
she
?
"
He
suddenly
seemed
to
think
that
frankness
would
benefit
neither
of
the
women
.
"
Nothing
to
either
of
us
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
know
her
by
sight
.
"
"
What
is
her
name
?
"
"
How
should
I
know
her
name
?
"
"
I
think
you
do
.
"
"
Think
if
you
will
,
and
be
—
"
The
sentence
was
completed
by
a
smart
cut
of
the
whip
round
Poppet
’
s
flank
,
which
caused
the
animal
to
start
forward
at
a
wild
pace
.
No
more
was
said
.
For
a
considerable
time
the
woman
walked
on
.
Her
steps
became
feebler
,
and
she
strained
her
eyes
to
look
afar
upon
the
naked
road
,
now
indistinct
amid
the
penumbræ
of
night
.
At
length
her
onward
walk
dwindled
to
the
merest
totter
,
and
she
opened
a
gate
within
which
was
a
haystack
.
Underneath
this
she
sat
down
and
presently
slept
.
When
the
woman
awoke
it
was
to
find
herself
in
the
depths
of
a
moonless
and
starless
night
.
A
heavy
unbroken
crust
of
cloud
stretched
across
the
sky
,
shutting
out
every
speck
of
heaven
;
and
a
distant
halo
which
hung
over
the
town
of
Casterbridge
was
visible
against
the
black
concave
,
the
luminosity
appearing
the
brighter
by
its
great
contrast
with
the
circumscribing
darkness
.
Towards
this
weak
,
soft
glow
the
woman
turned
her
eyes
.
