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"
Is
it
she
?
"
"
It
is
.
"
He
had
originally
stood
perfectly
erect
.
And
now
,
in
the
well
-
nigh
congealed
immobility
of
his
frame
could
be
discerned
an
incipient
movement
,
as
in
the
darkest
night
may
be
discerned
light
after
a
while
.
He
was
gradually
sinking
forwards
.
The
lines
of
his
features
softened
,
and
dismay
modulated
to
illimitable
sadness
.
Bathsheba
was
regarding
him
from
the
other
side
,
still
with
parted
lips
and
distracted
eyes
.
Capacity
for
intense
feeling
is
proportionate
to
the
general
intensity
of
the
nature
,
and
perhaps
in
all
Fanny
’
s
sufferings
,
much
greater
relatively
to
her
strength
,
there
never
was
a
time
she
suffered
in
an
absolute
sense
what
Bathsheba
suffered
now
.
What
Troy
did
was
to
sink
upon
his
knees
with
an
indefinable
union
of
remorse
and
reverence
upon
his
face
,
and
,
bending
over
Fanny
Robin
,
gently
kissed
her
,
as
one
would
kiss
an
infant
asleep
to
avoid
awakening
it
.
At
the
sight
and
sound
of
that
,
to
her
,
unendurable
act
,
Bathsheba
sprang
towards
him
.
All
the
strong
feelings
which
had
been
scattered
over
her
existence
since
she
knew
what
feeling
was
,
seemed
gathered
together
into
one
pulsation
now
.
The
revulsion
from
her
indignant
mood
a
little
earlier
,
when
she
had
meditated
upon
compromised
honour
,
forestalment
,
eclipse
in
maternity
by
another
,
was
violent
and
entire
.
All
that
was
forgotten
in
the
simple
and
still
strong
attachment
of
wife
to
husband
.
She
had
sighed
for
her
self
-
completeness
then
,
and
now
she
cried
aloud
against
the
severance
of
the
union
she
had
deplored
.
She
flung
her
arms
round
Troy
’
s
neck
,
exclaiming
wildly
from
the
deepest
deep
of
her
heart
—
"
Don
’
t
—
don
’
t
kiss
them
!
O
,
Frank
,
I
can
’
t
bear
it
—
I
can
’
t
!
I
love
you
better
than
she
did
:
kiss
me
too
,
Frank
—
kiss
me
!
You
will
,
Frank
,
kiss
me
too
!
"
There
was
something
so
abnormal
and
startling
in
the
childlike
pain
and
simplicity
of
this
appeal
from
a
woman
of
Bathsheba
’
s
calibre
and
independence
,
that
Troy
,
loosening
her
tightly
clasped
arms
from
his
neck
,
looked
at
her
in
bewilderment
.
It
was
such
an
unexpected
revelation
of
all
women
being
alike
at
heart
,
even
those
so
different
in
their
accessories
as
Fanny
and
this
one
beside
him
,
that
Troy
could
hardly
seem
to
believe
her
to
be
his
proud
wife
Bathsheba
.
Fanny
’
s
own
spirit
seemed
to
be
animating
her
frame
.
But
this
was
the
mood
of
a
few
instants
only
.
When
the
momentary
surprise
had
passed
,
his
expression
changed
to
a
silencing
imperious
gaze
.
"
I
will
not
kiss
you
!
"
he
said
pushing
her
away
.
Had
the
wife
now
but
gone
no
further
.
Yet
,
perhaps
,
under
the
harrowing
circumstances
,
to
speak
out
was
the
one
wrong
act
which
can
be
better
understood
,
if
not
forgiven
in
her
,
than
the
right
and
politic
one
,
her
rival
being
now
but
a
corpse
.
All
the
feeling
she
had
been
betrayed
into
showing
she
drew
back
to
herself
again
by
a
strenuous
effort
of
self
-
command
.
