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From
the
stripe
of
shadow
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
bridge
a
portion
of
shade
seemed
to
detach
itself
and
move
into
isolation
upon
the
pale
white
of
the
road
.
It
glided
noiselessly
towards
the
recumbent
woman
.
She
became
conscious
of
something
touching
her
hand
;
it
was
softness
and
it
was
warmth
.
She
opened
her
eyes
,
and
the
substance
touched
her
face
.
A
dog
was
licking
her
cheek
.
He
was
a
huge
,
heavy
,
and
quiet
creature
,
standing
darkly
against
the
low
horizon
,
and
at
least
two
feet
higher
than
the
present
position
of
her
eyes
.
Whether
Newfoundland
,
mastiff
,
bloodhound
,
or
what
not
,
it
was
impossible
to
say
.
He
seemed
to
be
of
too
strange
and
mysterious
a
nature
to
belong
to
any
variety
among
those
of
popular
nomenclature
.
Being
thus
assignable
to
no
breed
,
he
was
the
ideal
embodiment
of
canine
greatness
—
a
generalization
from
what
was
common
to
all
.
Night
,
in
its
sad
,
solemn
,
and
benevolent
aspect
,
apart
from
its
stealthy
and
cruel
side
,
was
personified
in
this
form
.
Darkness
endows
the
small
and
ordinary
ones
among
mankind
with
poetical
power
,
and
even
the
suffering
woman
threw
her
idea
into
figure
.
In
her
reclining
position
she
looked
up
to
him
just
as
in
earlier
times
she
had
,
when
standing
,
looked
up
to
a
man
.
The
animal
,
who
was
as
homeless
as
she
,
respectfully
withdrew
a
step
or
two
when
the
woman
moved
,
and
,
seeing
that
she
did
not
repulse
him
,
he
licked
her
hand
again
.
A
thought
moved
within
her
like
lightning
.
"
Perhaps
I
can
make
use
of
him
—
I
might
do
it
then
!
"
She
pointed
in
the
direction
of
Casterbridge
,
and
the
dog
seemed
to
misunderstand
:
he
trotted
on
.
Then
,
finding
she
could
not
follow
,
he
came
back
and
whined
.
The
ultimate
and
saddest
singularity
of
woman
’
s
effort
and
invention
was
reached
when
,
with
a
quickened
breathing
,
she
rose
to
a
stooping
posture
,
and
,
resting
her
two
little
arms
upon
the
shoulders
of
the
dog
,
leant
firmly
thereon
,
and
murmured
stimulating
words
.
Whilst
she
sorrowed
in
her
heart
she
cheered
with
her
voice
,
and
what
was
stranger
than
that
the
strong
should
need
encouragement
from
the
weak
was
that
cheerfulness
should
be
so
well
stimulated
by
such
utter
dejection
.
Her
friend
moved
forward
slowly
,
and
she
with
small
mincing
steps
moved
forward
beside
him
,
half
her
weight
being
thrown
upon
the
animal
.
Sometimes
she
sank
as
she
had
sunk
from
walking
erect
,
from
the
crutches
,
from
the
rails
.
The
dog
,
who
now
thoroughly
understood
her
desire
and
her
incapacity
,
was
frantic
in
his
distress
on
these
occasions
;
he
would
tug
at
her
dress
and
run
forward
.
She
always
called
him
back
,
and
it
was
now
to
be
observed
that
the
woman
listened
for
human
sounds
only
to
avoid
them
.
It
was
evident
that
she
had
an
object
in
keeping
her
presence
on
the
road
and
her
forlorn
state
unknown
.
Their
progress
was
necessarily
very
slow
.
They
reached
the
bottom
of
the
town
,
and
the
Casterbridge
lamps
lay
before
them
like
fallen
Pleiads
as
they
turned
to
the
left
into
the
dense
shade
of
a
deserted
avenue
of
chestnuts
,
and
so
skirted
the
borough
.
Thus
the
town
was
passed
,
and
the
goal
was
reached
.
On
this
much
-
desired
spot
outside
the
town
rose
a
picturesque
building
.
Originally
it
had
been
a
mere
case
to
hold
people
.
The
shell
had
been
so
thin
,
so
devoid
of
excrescence
,
and
so
closely
drawn
over
the
accommodation
granted
,
that
the
grim
character
of
what
was
beneath
showed
through
it
,
as
the
shape
of
a
body
is
visible
under
a
winding
-
sheet
.
