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y　across　the　field。　The　horses

galloped　along　the　other　side　of　the　hedge　to　the　corner；　where

they　were　held　up。　She　could　feel　them　there　in　their　huddled

group　all　the　while　she　hastened　across　the　bare　field。　They

were　almost　pathetic；　now。　Her　will　alone　carried　her；　till；

trembling；　she　climbed　the　fence　under　a　leaning　thorn　tree　that

overhung　the　grass　by　the　high…road。　The　use　went　from　her；　she

sat　on　the　fence　leaning　back　against　the　trunk　of　the　thorn

tree；　motionless。

As　she　sat　there；　spent；　time　and　the　flux　of　change　passed

away　from　her；　she　lay　as　if　unconscious　upon　the　bed　of　the

stream；　like　a　stone；　unconscious；　unchanging；　unchangeable；

whilst　everything　rolled　by　in　transience；　leaving　her　there；　a

stone　at　rest　on　the　bed　of　the　stream；　inalterable　and　passive；

sunk　to　the　bottom　of　all　change。

She　lay　still　a　long　time；　with　her　back　against　the　thorn

tree　trunk；　in　her　final　isolation。　Some　colliers　passed；

tramping　heavily　up　the　wet　road；　their　voices　sounding　out；

their　shoulders　up　to　their　ears；　their　figures　blotched　and

spectral　in　the　rain。　Some　did　not　see　her。　She　opened　her　eyes

languidly　as　they　passed　by。　Then　one　man　going　alone　saw　her。

The　whites　of　his　eyes　showed　in　his　black　face　as　he　looked　in

wonderment　at　her。　He　hesitated　in　his　walk；　as　if　to　speak　to

her；　out　of　fr