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His
breath
went
,
as
it
were
,
out
of
his
body
and
the
cry
of
anguish
which
would
have
escaped
him
died
upon
his
lips
.
During
the
momentary
interval
that
elapsed
before
he
became
conscious
that
something
must
be
done
all
sense
of
time
and
place
left
him
,
and
it
seemed
as
if
he
and
his
mother
were
as
when
he
was
a
child
with
her
many
years
ago
on
this
heath
at
hours
similar
to
the
present
.
Then
he
awoke
to
activity
;
and
bending
yet
lower
he
found
that
she
still
breathed
,
and
that
her
breath
though
feeble
was
regular
,
except
when
disturbed
by
an
occasional
gasp
.
“
O
,
what
is
it
!
Mother
,
are
you
very
ill
—
you
are
not
dying
?
”
he
cried
,
pressing
his
lips
to
her
face
.
“
I
am
your
Clym
.
How
did
you
come
here
?
What
does
it
all
mean
?
”
At
that
moment
the
chasm
in
their
lives
which
his
love
for
Eustacia
had
caused
was
not
remembered
by
Yeobright
,
and
to
him
the
present
joined
continuously
with
that
friendly
past
that
had
been
their
experience
before
the
division
.
She
moved
her
lips
,
appeared
to
know
him
,
but
could
not
speak
;
and
then
Clym
strove
to
consider
how
best
to
move
her
,
as
it
would
be
necessary
to
get
her
away
from
the
spot
before
the
dews
were
intense
.
He
was
able
-
bodied
,
and
his
mother
was
thin
.
He
clasped
his
arms
round
her
,
lifted
her
a
little
,
and
said
,
“
Does
that
hurt
you
?
”
She
shook
her
head
,
and
he
lifted
her
up
;
then
,
at
a
slow
pace
,
went
onward
with
his
load
.
The
air
was
now
completely
cool
;
but
whenever
he
passed
over
a
sandy
patch
of
ground
uncarpeted
with
vegetation
there
was
reflected
from
its
surface
into
his
face
the
heat
which
it
had
imbibed
during
the
day
.
At
the
beginning
of
his
undertaking
he
had
thought
but
little
of
the
distance
which
yet
would
have
to
be
traversed
before
Blooms
-
End
could
be
reached
;
but
though
he
had
slept
that
afternoon
he
soon
began
to
feel
the
weight
of
his
burden
.
Thus
he
proceeded
,
like
Aeneas
with
his
father
;
the
bats
circling
round
his
head
,
nightjars
flapping
their
wings
within
a
yard
of
his
face
,
and
not
a
human
being
within
call
.
While
he
was
yet
nearly
a
mile
from
the
house
his
mother
exhibited
signs
of
restlessness
under
the
constraint
of
being
borne
along
,
as
if
his
arms
were
irksome
to
her
.
He
lowered
her
upon
his
knees
and
looked
around
.
The
point
they
had
now
reached
,
though
far
from
any
road
,
was
not
more
than
a
mile
from
the
Blooms
-
End
cottages
occupied
by
Fairway
,
Sam
,
Humphrey
,
and
the
Cantles
.
Moreover
,
fifty
yards
off
stood
a
hut
,
built
of
clods
and
covered
with
thin
turves
,
but
now
entirely
disused
.
The
simple
outline
of
the
lonely
shed
was
visible
,
and
thither
he
determined
to
direct
his
steps
.
As
soon
as
he
arrived
he
laid
her
down
carefully
by
the
entrance
,
and
then
ran
and
cut
with
his
pocketknife
an
armful
of
the
dryest
fern
.
Spreading
this
within
the
shed
,
which
was
entirely
open
on
one
side
,
he
placed
his
mother
thereon
;
then
he
ran
with
all
his
might
towards
the
dwelling
of
Fairway
.
Nearly
a
quarter
of
an
hour
had
passed
,
disturbed
only
by
the
broken
breathing
of
the
sufferer
,
when
moving
figures
began
to
animate
the
line
between
heath
and
sky
.
In
a
few
moments
Clym
arrived
with
Fairway
,
Humphrey
,
and
Susan
Nunsuch
;
Olly
Dowden
,
who
had
chanced
to
be
at
Fairway
’
s
,
Christian
and
Grandfer
Cantle
following
helter
-
skelter
behind
.
They
had
brought
a
lantern
and
matches
,
water
,
a
pillow
,
and
a
few
other
articles
which
had
occurred
to
their
minds
in
the
hurry
of
the
moment
.
Sam
had
been
despatched
back
again
for
brandy
,
and
a
boy
brought
Fairway
’
s
pony
,
upon
which
he
rode
off
to
the
nearest
medical
man
,
with
directions
to
call
at
Wildeve
’
s
on
his
way
,
and
inform
Thomasin
that
her
aunt
was
unwell
.
