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In
Beloved
Memory
of
Fanny
Robin
Oak
saw
her
,
and
his
first
act
was
to
gaze
inquiringly
and
learn
how
she
received
this
knowledge
of
the
authorship
of
the
work
,
which
to
himself
had
caused
considerable
astonishment
.
But
such
discoveries
did
not
much
affect
her
now
Emotional
convulsions
seemed
to
have
become
the
commonplaces
of
her
history
,
and
she
bade
him
good
morning
,
and
asked
him
to
fill
in
the
hole
with
the
spade
which
was
standing
by
.
Whilst
Oak
was
doing
as
she
desired
,
Bathsheba
collected
the
flowers
,
and
began
planting
them
with
that
sympathetic
manipulation
of
roots
and
leaves
which
is
so
conspicuous
in
a
woman
’
s
gardening
,
and
which
flowers
seem
to
understand
and
thrive
upon
.
She
requested
Oak
to
get
the
churchwardens
to
turn
the
leadwork
at
the
mouth
of
the
gurgoyle
that
hung
gaping
down
upon
them
,
that
by
this
means
the
stream
might
be
directed
sideways
,
and
a
repetition
of
the
accident
prevented
.
Finally
,
with
the
superfluous
magnanimity
of
a
woman
whose
narrower
instincts
have
brought
down
bitterness
upon
her
instead
of
love
,
she
wiped
the
mud
spots
from
the
tomb
as
if
she
rather
liked
its
words
than
otherwise
,
and
went
again
home
.
Troy
wandered
along
towards
the
south
.
A
composite
feeling
,
made
up
of
disgust
with
the
,
to
him
,
humdrum
tediousness
of
a
farmer
’
s
life
,
gloomy
images
of
her
who
lay
in
the
churchyard
,
remorse
,
and
a
general
averseness
to
his
wife
’
s
society
,
impelled
him
to
seek
a
home
in
any
place
on
earth
save
Weatherbury
.
The
sad
accessories
of
Fanny
’
s
end
confronted
him
as
vivid
pictures
which
threatened
to
be
indelible
,
and
made
life
in
Bathsheba
’
s
house
intolerable
.
At
three
in
the
afternoon
he
found
himself
at
the
foot
of
a
slope
more
than
a
mile
in
length
,
which
ran
to
the
ridge
of
a
range
of
hills
lying
parallel
with
the
shore
,
and
forming
a
monotonous
barrier
between
the
basin
of
cultivated
country
inland
and
the
wilder
scenery
of
the
coast
.
Up
the
hill
stretched
a
road
nearly
straight
and
perfectly
white
,
the
two
sides
approaching
each
other
in
a
gradual
taper
till
they
met
the
sky
at
the
top
about
two
miles
off
.
Throughout
the
length
of
this
narrow
and
irksome
inclined
plane
not
a
sign
of
life
was
visible
on
this
garish
afternoon
.
Troy
toiled
up
the
road
with
a
languor
and
depression
greater
than
any
he
had
experienced
for
many
a
day
and
year
before
.
The
air
was
warm
and
muggy
,
and
the
top
seemed
to
recede
as
he
approached
.
At
last
he
reached
the
summit
,
and
a
wide
and
novel
prospect
burst
upon
him
with
an
effect
almost
like
that
of
the
Pacific
upon
Balboa
’
s
gaze
.
The
broad
steely
sea
,
marked
only
by
faint
lines
,
which
had
a
semblance
of
being
etched
thereon
to
a
degree
not
deep
enough
to
disturb
its
general
evenness
,
stretched
the
whole
width
of
his
front
and
round
to
the
right
,
where
,
near
the
town
and
port
of
Budmouth
,
the
sun
bristled
down
upon
it
,
and
banished
all
colour
,
to
substitute
in
its
place
a
clear
oily
polish
.
Nothing
moved
in
sky
,
land
,
or
sea
,
except
a
frill
of
milkwhite
foam
along
the
nearer
angles
of
the
shore
,
shreds
of
which
licked
the
contiguous
stones
like
tongues
.
He
descended
and
came
to
a
small
basin
of
sea
enclosed
by
the
cliffs
.
Troy
’
s
nature
freshened
within
him
;
he
thought
he
would
rest
and
bathe
here
before
going
farther
.
He
undressed
and
plunged
in
.
Inside
the
cove
the
water
was
uninteresting
to
a
swimmer
,
being
smooth
as
a
pond
,
and
to
get
a
little
of
the
ocean
swell
,
Troy
presently
swam
between
the
two
projecting
spurs
of
rock
which
formed
the
pillars
of
Hercules
to
this
miniature
Mediterranean
.
Unfortunately
for
Troy
a
current
unknown
to
him
existed
outside
,
which
,
unimportant
to
craft
of
any
burden
,
was
awkward
for
a
swimmer
who
might
be
taken
in
it
unawares
.
Troy
found
himself
carried
to
the
left
and
then
round
in
a
swoop
out
to
sea
.
He
now
recollected
the
place
and
its
sinister
character
.
Many
bathers
had
there
prayed
for
a
dry
death
from
time
to
time
,
and
,
like
Gonzalo
also
,
had
been
unanswered
;
and
Troy
began
to
deem
it
possible
that
he
might
be
added
to
their
number
.
Not
a
boat
of
any
kind
was
at
present
within
sight
,
but
far
in
the
distance
Budmouth
lay
upon
the
sea
,
as
it
were
quietly
regarding
his
efforts
,
and
beside
the
town
the
harbour
showed
its
position
by
a
dim
meshwork
of
ropes
and
spars
.
After
well
-
nigh
exhausting
himself
in
attempts
to
get
back
to
the
mouth
of
the
cove
,
in
his
weakness
swimming
several
inches
deeper
than
was
his
wont
,
keeping
up
his
breathing
entirely
by
his
nostrils
,
turning
upon
his
back
a
dozen
times
over
,
swimming
en
papillon
,
and
so
on
,
Troy
resolved
as
a
last
resource
to
tread
water
at
a
slight
incline
,
and
so
endeavour
to
reach
the
shore
at
any
point
,
merely
giving
himself
a
gentle
impetus
inwards
whilst
carried
on
in
the
general
direction
of
the
tide
.
This
,
necessarily
a
slow
process
,
he
found
to
be
not
altogether
so
difficult
,
and
though
there
was
no
choice
of
a
landing
-
place
—
the
objects
on
shore
passing
by
him
in
a
sad
and
slow
procession
—
he
perceptibly
approached
the
extremity
of
a
spit
of
land
yet
further
to
the
right
,
now
well
defined
against
the
sunny
portion
of
the
horizon
.
While
the
swimmer
’
s
eyes
were
fixed
upon
the
spit
as
his
only
means
of
salvation
on
this
side
of
the
Unknown
,
a
moving
object
broke
the
outline
of
the
extremity
,
and
immediately
a
ship
’
s
boat
appeared
manned
with
several
sailor
lads
,
her
bows
towards
the
sea
.
