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Alas
for
her
resolve
!
She
felt
she
could
not
do
it
.
Not
for
worlds
now
could
she
give
a
hint
about
her
misery
to
him
,
much
less
ask
him
plainly
for
information
on
the
cause
of
Fanny
’
s
death
.
She
must
suspect
,
and
guess
,
and
chafe
,
and
bear
it
all
alone
.
Like
a
homeless
wanderer
she
lingered
by
the
bank
,
as
if
lulled
and
fascinated
by
the
atmosphere
of
content
which
seemed
to
spread
from
that
little
dwelling
,
and
was
so
sadly
lacking
in
her
own
.
Gabriel
appeared
in
an
upper
room
,
placed
his
light
in
the
window
-
bench
,
and
then
—
knelt
down
to
pray
.
The
contrast
of
the
picture
with
her
rebellious
and
agitated
existence
at
this
same
time
was
too
much
for
her
to
bear
to
look
upon
longer
.
It
was
not
for
her
to
make
a
truce
with
trouble
by
any
such
means
.
She
must
tread
her
giddy
distracting
measure
to
its
last
note
,
as
she
had
begun
it
.
With
a
swollen
heart
she
went
again
up
the
lane
,
and
entered
her
own
door
.
More
fevered
now
by
a
reaction
from
the
first
feelings
which
Oak
’
s
example
had
raised
in
her
,
she
paused
in
the
hall
,
looking
at
the
door
of
the
room
wherein
Fanny
lay
.
She
locked
her
fingers
,
threw
back
her
head
,
and
strained
her
hot
hands
rigidly
across
her
forehead
,
saying
,
with
a
hysterical
sob
,
"
Would
to
God
you
would
speak
and
tell
me
your
secret
,
Fanny
!
…
Oh
,
I
hope
,
hope
it
is
not
true
that
there
are
two
of
you
!
…
If
I
could
only
look
in
upon
you
for
one
little
minute
,
I
should
know
all
!
"
A
few
moments
passed
,
and
she
added
,
slowly
,
"
And
I
will
.
"
Bathsheba
in
after
times
could
never
gauge
the
mood
which
carried
her
through
the
actions
following
this
murmured
resolution
on
this
memorable
evening
of
her
life
.
She
went
to
the
lumber
-
closet
for
a
screw
-
driver
.
At
the
end
of
a
short
though
undefined
time
she
found
herself
in
the
small
room
,
quivering
with
emotion
,
a
mist
before
her
eyes
,
and
an
excruciating
pulsation
in
her
brain
,
standing
beside
the
uncovered
coffin
of
the
girl
whose
conjectured
end
had
so
entirely
engrossed
her
,
and
saying
to
herself
in
a
husky
voice
as
she
gazed
within
—
"
It
was
best
to
know
the
worst
,
and
I
know
it
now
!
"
She
was
conscious
of
having
brought
about
this
situation
by
a
series
of
actions
done
as
by
one
in
an
extravagant
dream
;
of
following
that
idea
as
to
method
,
which
had
burst
upon
her
in
the
hall
with
glaring
obviousness
,
by
gliding
to
the
top
of
the
stairs
,
assuring
herself
by
listening
to
the
heavy
breathing
of
her
maids
that
they
were
asleep
,
gliding
down
again
,
turning
the
handle
of
the
door
within
which
the
young
girl
lay
,
and
deliberately
setting
herself
to
do
what
,
if
she
had
anticipated
any
such
undertaking
at
night
and
alone
,
would
have
horrified
her
,
but
which
,
when
done
,
was
not
so
dreadful
as
was
the
conclusive
proof
of
her
husband
’
s
conduct
which
came
with
knowing
beyond
doubt
the
last
chapter
of
Fanny
’
s
story
.
Bathsheba
’
s
head
sank
upon
her
bosom
,
and
the
breath
which
had
been
bated
in
suspense
,
curiosity
,
and
interest
,
was
exhaled
now
in
the
form
of
a
whispered
wail
:
"
Oh
-
h
-
h
!
"
she
said
,
and
the
silent
room
added
length
to
her
moan
.
