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All
Troy
’
s
vigour
spasmodically
revived
to
prolong
the
struggle
yet
a
little
further
.
Swimming
with
his
right
arm
,
he
held
up
his
left
to
hail
them
,
splashing
upon
the
waves
,
and
shouting
with
all
his
might
From
the
position
of
the
setting
sun
his
white
form
was
distinctly
visible
upon
the
now
deep
-
hued
bosom
of
the
sea
to
the
east
of
the
boat
,
and
the
men
saw
him
at
once
.
Backing
their
oars
and
putting
the
boat
about
,
they
pulled
towards
him
with
a
will
,
and
in
five
or
six
minutes
from
the
time
of
his
first
halloo
,
two
of
the
sailors
hauled
him
in
over
the
stern
.
They
formed
part
of
a
brig
’
s
crew
,
and
had
come
ashore
for
sand
.
Lending
him
what
little
clothing
they
could
spare
among
them
as
a
slight
protection
against
the
rapidly
cooling
air
,
they
agreed
to
land
him
in
the
morning
;
and
without
further
delay
,
for
it
was
growing
late
,
they
made
again
towards
the
roadstead
where
their
vessel
lay
.
And
now
night
drooped
slowly
upon
the
wide
watery
levels
in
front
;
and
at
no
great
distance
from
them
,
where
the
shoreline
curved
round
,
and
formed
a
long
riband
of
shade
upon
the
horizon
,
a
series
of
points
of
yellow
light
began
to
start
into
existence
,
denoting
the
spot
to
be
the
site
of
Budmouth
,
where
the
lamps
were
being
lighted
along
the
parade
.
The
cluck
of
their
oars
was
the
only
sound
of
any
distinctness
upon
the
sea
,
and
as
they
laboured
amid
the
thickening
shades
the
lamp
-
lights
grew
larger
,
each
appearing
to
send
a
flaming
sword
deep
down
into
the
waves
before
it
,
until
there
arose
,
among
other
dim
shapes
of
the
kind
,
the
form
of
the
vessel
for
which
they
were
bound
.
Bathsheba
underwent
the
enlargement
of
her
husband
’
s
absence
from
hours
to
days
with
a
slight
feeling
of
surprise
,
and
a
slight
feeling
of
relief
;
yet
neither
sensation
rose
at
any
time
far
above
the
level
commonly
designated
as
indifference
.
She
belonged
to
him
:
the
certainties
of
that
position
were
so
well
defined
,
and
the
reasonable
probabilities
of
its
issue
so
bounded
that
she
could
not
speculate
on
contingencies
.
Taking
no
further
interest
in
herself
as
a
splendid
woman
,
she
acquired
the
indifferent
feelings
of
an
outsider
in
contemplating
her
probable
fate
as
a
singular
wretch
;
for
Bathsheba
drew
herself
and
her
future
in
colours
that
no
reality
could
exceed
for
darkness
.
Her
original
vigorous
pride
of
youth
had
sickened
,
and
with
it
had
declined
all
her
anxieties
about
coming
years
,
since
anxiety
recognizes
a
better
and
a
worse
alternative
,
and
Bathsheba
had
made
up
her
mind
that
alternatives
on
any
noteworthy
scale
had
ceased
for
her
.
Soon
,
or
later
—
and
that
not
very
late
—
her
husband
would
be
home
again
.
And
then
the
days
of
their
tenancy
of
the
Upper
Farm
would
be
numbered
.
There
had
originally
been
shown
by
the
agent
to
the
estate
some
distrust
of
Bathsheba
’
s
tenure
as
James
Everdene
’
s
successor
,
on
the
score
of
her
sex
,
and
her
youth
,
and
her
beauty
;
but
the
peculiar
nature
of
her
uncle
’
s
will
,
his
own
frequent
testimony
before
his
death
to
her
cleverness
in
such
a
pursuit
,
and
her
vigorous
marshalling
of
the
numerous
flocks
and
herds
which
came
suddenly
into
her
hands
before
negotiations
were
concluded
,
had
won
confidence
in
her
powers
,
and
no
further
objections
had
been
raised
.
She
had
latterly
been
in
great
doubt
as
to
what
the
legal
effects
of
her
marriage
would
be
upon
her
position
;
but
no
notice
had
been
taken
as
yet
of
her
change
of
name
,
and
only
one
point
was
clear
—
that
in
the
event
of
her
own
or
her
husband
’
s
inability
to
meet
the
agent
at
the
forthcoming
January
rent
-
day
,
very
little
consideration
would
be
shown
,
and
,
for
that
matter
,
very
little
would
be
deserved
.
Once
out
of
the
farm
,
the
approach
of
poverty
would
be
sure
.
Hence
Bathsheba
lived
in
a
perception
that
her
purposes
were
broken
off
.
She
was
not
a
woman
who
could
hope
on
without
good
materials
for
the
process
,
differing
thus
from
the
less
far
-
sighted
and
energetic
,
though
more
petted
ones
of
the
sex
,
with
whom
hope
goes
on
as
a
sort
of
clockwork
which
the
merest
food
and
shelter
are
sufficient
to
wind
up
;
and
perceiving
clearly
that
her
mistake
had
been
a
fatal
one
,
she
accepted
her
position
,
and
waited
coldly
for
the
end
.
The
first
Saturday
after
Troy
’
s
departure
she
went
to
Casterbridge
alone
,
a
journey
she
had
not
before
taken
since
her
marriage
.
On
this
Saturday
Bathsheba
was
passing
slowly
on
foot
through
the
crowd
of
rural
business
-
men
gathered
as
usual
in
front
of
the
market
-
house
,
who
were
as
usual
gazed
upon
by
the
burghers
with
feelings
that
those
healthy
lives
were
dearly
paid
for
by
exclusion
from
possible
aldermanship
,
when
a
man
,
who
had
apparently
been
following
her
,
said
some
words
to
another
on
her
left
hand
.
Bathsheba
’
s
ears
were
keen
as
those
of
any
wild
animal
,
and
she
distinctly
heard
what
the
speaker
said
,
though
her
back
was
towards
him
.
"
I
am
looking
for
Mrs
.
Troy
.
Is
that
she
there
?
"
