Forty: Far From The Madding Crowd: Thomas Hardy - Caster Bridge Highway
The woman walked on for a considerable time. Her steps became weak and she strained her eyes to look afar upon the naked road, now indistinct amid the Penumbrae . At length her onward walk dwindled to the merest totter, and she opened a gate within which was a haystack. Underneath this she sat down and soon slept. The woman awoke to find herself in the depths of a moonless night. A heavy unbroken crust of cloud stretched across the sky; and a distant halo hung over the town of Casterbridge. "If I could only get there!" the woman said looking at the halo hung over Casterbridge. "Meet him the day after tomorrow: God help me! Perhaps I shall be in my grave before then." A clock from the far depth of shadows struck the hour one, in small, attenuated tone. Two lights arose from the remote shade, and grew larger. A carriage rolled along the road. It contained some late diners-out. The light from the carriage showed the crouchin...