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It
was
double
-
barrelled
,
and
he
had
,
meanwhile
,
in
some
way
fastened
his
hand
-
kerchief
to
the
trigger
,
and
with
his
foot
on
the
other
end
was
in
the
act
of
turning
the
second
barrel
upon
himself
.
Samway
his
man
was
the
first
to
see
this
,
and
in
the
midst
of
the
general
horror
darted
up
to
him
.
Boldwood
had
already
twitched
the
handkerchief
,
and
the
gun
exploded
a
second
time
,
sending
its
contents
,
by
a
timely
blow
from
Samway
,
into
the
beam
which
crossed
the
ceiling
.
"
Well
,
it
makes
no
difference
!
"
Boldwood
gasped
.
"
There
is
another
way
for
me
to
die
.
"
Then
he
broke
from
Samway
,
crossed
the
room
to
Bathsheba
,
and
kissed
her
hand
.
He
put
on
his
hat
,
opened
the
door
,
and
went
into
the
darkness
,
nobody
thinking
of
preventing
him
.
Boldwood
passed
into
the
high
road
and
turned
in
the
direction
of
Casterbridge
.
Here
he
walked
at
an
even
,
steady
pace
over
Yalbury
Hill
,
along
the
dead
level
beyond
,
mounted
Mellstock
Hill
,
and
between
eleven
and
twelve
o
’
clock
crossed
the
Moor
into
the
town
.
The
streets
were
nearly
deserted
now
,
and
the
waving
lamp
-
flames
only
lighted
up
rows
of
grey
shop
-
shutters
,
and
strips
of
white
paving
upon
which
his
step
echoed
as
his
passed
along
.
He
turned
to
the
right
,
and
halted
before
an
archway
of
heavy
stonework
,
which
was
closed
by
an
iron
studded
pair
of
doors
.
This
was
the
entrance
to
the
gaol
,
and
over
it
a
lamp
was
fixed
,
the
light
enabling
the
wretched
traveller
to
find
a
bell
-
pull
.
The
small
wicket
at
last
opened
,
and
a
porter
appeared
.
Boldwood
stepped
forward
,
and
said
something
in
a
low
tone
,
when
,
after
a
delay
,
another
man
came
.
Boldwood
entered
,
and
the
door
was
closed
behind
him
,
and
he
walked
the
world
no
more
.
Long
before
this
time
Weatherbury
had
been
thoroughly
aroused
,
and
the
wild
deed
which
had
terminated
Boldwood
’
s
merrymaking
became
known
to
all
.
Of
those
out
of
the
house
Oak
was
one
of
the
first
to
hear
of
the
catastrophe
,
and
when
he
entered
the
room
,
which
was
about
five
minutes
after
Boldwood
’
s
exit
,
the
scene
was
terrible
.
All
the
female
guests
were
huddled
aghast
against
the
walls
like
sheep
in
a
storm
,
and
the
men
were
bewildered
as
to
what
to
do
.
As
for
Bathsheba
,
she
had
changed
.
She
was
sitting
on
the
floor
beside
the
body
of
Troy
,
his
head
pillowed
in
her
lap
,
where
she
had
herself
lifted
it
.
With
one
hand
she
held
her
handkerchief
to
his
breast
and
covered
the
wound
,
though
scarcely
a
single
drop
of
blood
had
flowed
,
and
with
the
other
she
tightly
clasped
one
of
his
.
The
household
convulsion
had
made
her
herself
again
.
The
temporary
coma
had
ceased
,
and
activity
had
come
with
the
necessity
for
it
.
Deeds
of
endurance
,
which
seem
ordinary
in
philosophy
,
are
rare
in
conduct
,
and
Bathsheba
was
astonishing
all
around
her
now
,
for
her
philosophy
was
her
conduct
,
and
she
seldom
thought
practicable
what
she
did
not
practise
.
She
was
of
the
stuff
of
which
great
men
’
s
mothers
are
made
.
She
was
indispensable
to
high
generation
,
hated
at
tea
parties
,
feared
in
shops
,
and
loved
at
crises
.
Troy
recumbent
in
his
wife
’
s
lap
formed
now
the
sole
spectacle
in
the
middle
of
the
spacious
room
.
"
Gabriel
,
"
she
said
,
automatically
,
when
he
entered
,
turning
up
a
face
of
which
only
the
well
-
known
lines
remained
to
tell
him
it
was
hers
,
all
else
in
the
picture
having
faded
quite
.
"
Ride
to
Casterbridge
instantly
for
a
surgeon
.
It
is
,
I
believe
,
useless
,
but
go
.
Mr
.
Boldwood
has
shot
my
husband
.
"
Her
statement
of
the
fact
in
such
quiet
and
simple
words
came
with
more
force
than
a
tragic
declamation
,
and
had
somewhat
the
effect
of
setting
the
distorted
images
in
each
mind
present
into
proper
focus
.
Oak
,
almost
before
he
had
comprehended
anything
beyond
the
briefest
abstract
of
the
event
,
hurried
out
of
the
room
,
saddled
a
horse
and
rode
away
.
Not
till
he
had
ridden
more
than
a
mile
did
it
occur
to
him
that
he
would
have
done
better
by
sending
some
other
man
on
this
errand
,
remaining
himself
in
the
house
.
What
had
become
of
Boldwood
?
He
should
have
been
looked
after
.
Was
he
mad
—
had
there
been
a
quarrel
?
Then
how
had
Troy
got
there
?
Where
had
he
come
from
?
How
did
this
remarkable
reappearance
effect
itself
when
he
was
supposed
by
many
to
be
at
the
bottom
of
the
sea
?
Oak
had
in
some
slight
measure
been
prepared
for
the
presence
of
Troy
by
hearing
a
rumour
of
his
return
just
before
entering
Boldwood
’
s
house
;
but
before
he
had
weighed
that
information
,
this
fatal
event
had
been
superimposed
.
However
,
it
was
too
late
now
to
think
of
sending
another
messenger
,
and
he
rode
on
,
in
the
excitement
of
these
self
-
inquiries
not
discerning
,
when
about
three
miles
from
Casterbridge
,
a
square
-
figured
pedestrian
passing
along
under
the
dark
hedge
in
the
same
direction
as
his
own
.
