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Up
against
this
dark
background
the
west
front
of
the
church
tower
—
the
only
part
of
the
edifice
visible
from
the
farm
-
house
windows
—
rose
distinct
and
lustrous
,
the
vane
upon
the
summit
bristling
with
rays
.
Hereabouts
,
at
six
o
’
clock
,
the
young
men
of
the
village
gathered
,
as
was
their
custom
,
for
a
game
of
Prisoners
’
base
.
The
spot
had
been
consecrated
to
this
ancient
diversion
from
time
immemorial
,
the
old
stocks
conveniently
forming
a
base
facing
the
boundary
of
the
churchyard
,
in
front
of
which
the
ground
was
trodden
hard
and
bare
as
a
pavement
by
the
players
.
She
could
see
the
brown
and
black
heads
of
the
young
lads
darting
about
right
and
left
,
their
white
shirt
-
sleeves
gleaming
in
the
sun
;
whilst
occasionally
a
shout
and
a
peal
of
hearty
laughter
varied
the
stillness
of
the
evening
air
.
They
continued
playing
for
a
quarter
of
an
hour
or
so
,
when
the
game
concluded
abruptly
,
and
the
players
leapt
over
the
wall
and
vanished
round
to
the
other
side
behind
a
yew
-
tree
,
which
was
also
half
behind
a
beech
,
now
spreading
in
one
mass
of
golden
foliage
,
on
which
the
branches
traced
black
lines
.
"
Why
did
the
base
-
players
finish
their
game
so
suddenly
?
"
Bathsheba
inquired
,
the
next
time
that
Liddy
entered
the
room
.
"
I
think
’
twas
because
two
men
came
just
then
from
Casterbridge
and
began
putting
up
a
grand
carved
tombstone
,
"
said
Liddy
.
"
The
lads
went
to
see
whose
it
was
.
"
"
Do
you
know
?
"
Bathsheba
asked
.
"
I
don
’
t
,
"
said
Liddy
.
When
Troy
’
s
wife
had
left
the
house
at
the
previous
midnight
his
first
act
was
to
cover
the
dead
from
sight
.
This
done
he
ascended
the
stairs
,
and
throwing
himself
down
upon
the
bed
dressed
as
he
was
,
he
waited
miserably
for
the
morning
.
Fate
had
dealt
grimly
with
him
through
the
last
four
-
and
-
twenty
hours
.
His
day
had
been
spent
in
a
way
which
varied
very
materially
from
his
intentions
regarding
it
.
There
is
always
an
inertia
to
be
overcome
in
striking
out
a
new
line
of
conduct
—
not
more
in
ourselves
,
it
seems
,
than
in
circumscribing
events
,
which
appear
as
if
leagued
together
to
allow
no
novelties
in
the
way
of
amelioration
.
Twenty
pounds
having
been
secured
from
Bathsheba
,
he
had
managed
to
add
to
the
sum
every
farthing
he
could
muster
on
his
own
account
,
which
had
been
seven
pounds
ten
.
With
this
money
,
twenty
-
seven
pounds
ten
in
all
,
he
had
hastily
driven
from
the
gate
that
morning
to
keep
his
appointment
with
Fanny
Robin
.
On
reaching
Casterbridge
he
left
the
horse
and
trap
at
an
inn
,
and
at
five
minutes
before
ten
came
back
to
the
bridge
at
the
lower
end
of
the
town
,
and
sat
himself
upon
the
parapet
.
The
clocks
struck
the
hour
,
and
no
Fanny
appeared
.
In
fact
,
at
that
moment
she
was
being
robed
in
her
grave
-
clothes
by
two
attendants
at
the
Union
poorhouse
—
the
first
and
last
tiring
-
women
the
gentle
creature
had
ever
been
honoured
with
.
The
quarter
went
,
the
half
hour
.
A
rush
of
recollection
came
upon
Troy
as
he
waited
:
this
was
the
second
time
she
had
broken
a
serious
engagement
with
him
.
In
anger
he
vowed
it
should
be
the
last
,
and
at
eleven
o
’
clock
,
when
he
had
lingered
and
watched
the
stone
of
the
bridge
till
he
knew
every
lichen
upon
their
face
and
heard
the
chink
of
the
ripples
underneath
till
they
oppressed
him
,
he
jumped
from
his
seat
,
went
to
the
inn
for
his
gig
,
and
in
a
bitter
mood
of
indifference
concerning
the
past
,
and
recklessness
about
the
future
,
drove
on
to
Budmouth
races
.
