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Updated: May 19, 2025
In the wall was a gate, and by the gate a bellpull formed of a hanging wire. The woman raised herself as high as possible upon her knees, and could just reach the handle. She moved it and fell forwards in a bowed attitude, her face upon her bosom. It was getting on towards six o'clock, and sounds of movement were to be heard inside the building which was the haven of rest to this wearied soul.
She reached the door of her room and opened it, then checked an exclamation of annoyance. For some mysterious reason Polly had forgotten to light her candle. This was her rule, never broken before. She stepped to the bellpull. Her hand was on it, when she heard the girl's voice muttering in the next room the boudoir.
At least, it sounded like Polly's voice, though its tone was strangely subdued and level. "Talking to herself," Dorothea decided, and smiled, in spite of her annoyance, as everyone smiles who catches another in this trick. She dropped the bellpull and opened the boudoir door. Polly was not talking to herself.
Luckily the woman slighted on her feet, and stood looking round in a daze. "Oh! oh!" exclaimed another woman in the seat behind, "she's left her umbrella!" The conductor promptly threw it out to her. "Why," demanded the witness, "did that lady wish to get out here?" The conductor hesitated before he jerked the bellpull to go on: Then he said, "Well, she'll want her umbrella, anyway."
In the wall was a gate, and by the gate a bellpull formed of a hanging wire. The woman raised herself as high as possible upon her knees, and could just reach the handle. She moved it and fell forwards in a bowed attitude, her face upon her bosom. It was getting on towards six o'clock, and sounds of movement were to be heard inside the building which was the haven of rest to this wearied soul.
The sentry tugged at an iron bellpull, and a bell tolled twice within. Dorothea's feet were half-frozen in spite of her wraps she stamped them in the snow while she studied the gateway and the enormous blocks which arched it, unhewn save for two words carved in Roman capitals "PARCERE SUBJECTIS." A key turned in the wicket. "Visitors for the Commandant!"
Luckily the woman slighted on her feet, and stood looking round in a daze. "Oh! oh!" exclaimed another woman in the seat behind, "she's left her umbrella!" The conductor promptly threw it out to her. "Why," demanded the witness, "did that lady wish to get out here?" The conductor hesitated before he jerked the bellpull to go on: Then he said, "Well, she'll want her umbrella, anyway."
This was the entrance to the gaol, and over it a lamp was fixed, the light en- abling the wretched traveller to find a bellpull. The small wicket at last opened, and a porter appeared. Boldwood stepped forward, and said some- thing 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.
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