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The Well-Beloved by Thomas Hardy
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Somewhere about this time--it might have been sooner, it might have
been later--he became conscious of a sensation which, in its incipient
and unrecognized form, had lurked within him from some unnoticed moment
when he was sitting close to his new friend under the lerret. Though a
young man, he was too old a hand not to know what this was, and felt
alarmed--even dismayed. It meant a possible migration of the Well-
Beloved. The thing had not, however, taken place; and he went on
thinking how soft and warm the lady was in her fur covering, as he held
her so tightly; the only dry spots in the clothing of either being her
left side and his right, where they excluded the rain by their mutual
pressure.

As soon as they had crossed the ferry-bridge there was a little more
shelter, but he did not relinquish his hold till she requested him.
They passed the ruined castle, and having left the island far behind
them trod mile after mile till they drew near to the outskirts of the
neighbouring watering-place. Into it they plodded without pause,
crossing the harbour bridge about midnight, wet to the skin.

He pitied her, and, while he wondered at it, admired her determination.
The houses facing the bay now sheltered them completely, and they
reached the vicinity of the new railway terminus (which the station was
at this date) without difficulty. As he had said, there was only one
house open hereabout, a little temperance inn, where the people stayed
up for the arrival of the morning mail and passengers from the Channel
boats. Their application for admission led to the withdrawal of a
bolt, and they stood within the gaslight of the passage.

He could see now that though she was such a fine figure, quite as tall
as himself, she was but in the bloom of young womanhood. Her face was
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