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come to know it at last, and I couldnā€™t bear that. It was partly thinking oā€™ you made me come toward Stoniton; and, besides, I was so frightened at going wandering about till I was a beggar-woman, and had nothing; and sometimes it seemed as if I must go back to the farm sooner than that. Oh, it was so dreadful, Dinah... I was so miserable... I wished Iā€™d never been born into this world. I should never like to go into the green fields againā€”I hated ā€™em so in my misery.ā€

Hetty paused again, as if the sense of the past were too strong upon her for words.

ā€œAnd then I got to Stoniton, and I began to feel frightened that night, because I was so near home. And then the little baby was born, when I didnā€™t expect it; and the thought came into my mind that I might get rid of it and go home again. The thought came all of a sudden, as I was lying in the bed, and it got stronger and stronger... I longed so to go back again... I couldnā€™t bear being so lonely and coming to beg for want. And it gave me strength and resolution to get up and dress myself. I felt I must do it... I didnā€™t know how... I thought Iā€™d find a pool, if I could, like that other, in the corner of the field, in the dark. And when the woman went out, I felt as if I was strong enough to do anything... I thought I should get rid of all my misery, and go back home, and never let ā€™em know why I ran away. I put on my bonnet and shawl, and went out into the dark street, with the baby under my cloak; and I walked fast till I got into a street a good way off, and there was a public, and I got some warm stuff to drink and some bread. And I walked on and on, and I hardly felt the ground I trod on; and it got lighter, for there came the moonā€”oh, Dinah, it frightened me when it first looked at me out oā€™ the cloudsā€”it never looked so before; and I turned out of the road into the fields, for I was afraid oā€™ meeting anybody with the moon shining on me. And I came to a haystack, where I thought I could lie down and keep myself warm all night. There was a place cut into it, where I could make me a bed, and I lay comfortable, and the baby was warm against me; and I must have gone to sleep for a good while, for when I woke it was morning, but not very light, and the baby was crying. And I saw a wood a little way off... I thought thereā€™d perhaps be a ditch or a pond there... and it was so early I thought I could hide the child there, and get a long way off before folks was up. And then I thought Iā€™d go homeā€”Iā€™d get rides in carts and go home and tell ā€™em Iā€™d been to try and see for a place, and couldnā€™t get one. I longed so for it, Dinah, I longed so to be safe at home. I donā€™t know how I felt about the baby. I seemed to hate itā€”it was like a heavy weight hanging round my neck; and yet its crying went through me, and I darednā€™t look at its little hands and face. But I went on to the wood, and I walked about, but there was no water....ā€

Hetty shuddered. She was silent for some moments, and when she began again, it was in a whisper.

ā€œI came to a place where there was lots of chips and turf, and I sat down on the trunk of a tree to think what I should do. And all of a sudden I saw a hole under the nut-tree, like a little grave. And it darted into me like lightningā€”Iā€™d lay the baby there and cover it with the grass and the chips. I couldnā€™t kill it any other way. And Iā€™d done it in a minute; and, oh, it cried so, Dinahā€”I couldnā€™t cover it quite upā€”I thought perhaps somebody ā€™ud come and take care of it, and then it wouldnā€™t die. And I made haste out of the wood, but I could hear it crying all the while; and when I got out into the fields, it was as if I was held fastā€”I couldnā€™t go away, for all I wanted so to go. And I sat against the haystack to watch if anybody ā€™ud come. I was very hungry, and Iā€™d only a bit of bread left, but I couldnā€™t go away. And after ever such a whileā€”hours and hoursā€”the man cameā€”him in a smock-frock, and he looked at me so, I was frightened, and I made haste and went on. I thought he was going to the wood and would perhaps find the baby. And I went right on, till I came to a village, a long way off from the wood, and I was very sick, and faint, and hungry. I got something to eat there, and bought a loaf. But I was frightened to stay. I heard the baby crying, and thought the other folks heard it tooā€”and I went on. But I was so tired, and it was getting towards dark. And at last, by the roadside there was a barnā€”ever such a way off any houseā€”like the barn in Abbotā€™s Close, and I thought I could go in there and hide myself among the hay and straw, and nobody ā€™ud be likely to come. I went in, and it was half full oā€™ trusses of straw, and there was some hay too. And I made myself a bed, ever so far behind, where nobody could find me; and I was so tired and weak, I went to sleep.... But oh, the babyā€™s crying kept waking me, and I thought that man as looked at me so was come and laying hold of me. But I must have slept a long while at last, though I didnā€™t know, for when I got up and went out of the barn, I didnā€™t know whether it was night or morning. But it was morning, for it kept getting lighter, and I turned back the way Iā€™d come. I couldnā€™t help it, Dinah; it was the babyā€™s crying made me goā€”and yet I was frightened to death. I thought that man in the smock-frock ā€™ud see me and know I put the baby there. But I went on, for all that. Iā€™d left off thinking about going homeā€”it had gone out oā€™ my mind. I saw nothing but that place in the wood where Iā€™d buried the baby... I see it now. Oh Dinah! shall I allays see it?ā€

Hetty clung round Dinah and shuddered again. The silence seemed long before she went on.

ā€œI met nobody, for it was very early, and I got into the wood.... I knew the way to the place... the place against the nut-tree; and I could hear it crying at every step.... I thought it was alive.... I donā€™t know whether I was frightened or glad... I donā€™t know what I felt. I only know I was in the wood and heard the cry. I donā€™t know what I felt till I saw the baby was gone. And when Iā€™d put it there, I thought I should like somebody to find it and save it from dying; but when I saw it was gone, I was struck like a stone, with fear. I never thought oā€™ stirring, I felt so weak. I knew I couldnā€™t run away, and everybody as saw me ā€™ud know about the baby. My heart went like a stone. I couldnā€™t wish or try for anything; it seemed like as if I should stay there for ever, and nothing ā€™ud ever change. But they came and took me away.ā€

Hetty was silent, but she shuddered again, as if there was still something behind; and Dinah waited, for her heart was so full that tears must come before words. At last Hetty burst out, with a sob, ā€œDinah, do you think God will take away that crying and the place in the wood, now Iā€™ve told everything?ā€

ā€œLet us pray, poor sinner. Let us fall on our knees again, and pray to the God of all mercy.ā€

Chapter XLVI
The Hours of Suspense

On Sunday morning, when the church bells in Stoniton were ringing for morning service, Bartle Massey re-entered Adamā€™s room, after a short absence, and said, ā€œAdam, hereā€™s a visitor wants to see you.ā€

Adam was seated with his back towards the door, but he started up and turned round instantly, with a flushed face and an eager look. His face was even thinner and more worn than we have seen it before, but he was washed and shaven this Sunday morning.

ā€œIs it any news?ā€ he said.

ā€œKeep yourself quiet, my lad,ā€ said Bartle; ā€œkeep quiet. Itā€™s not what youā€™re thinking of. Itā€™s the young Methodist woman come from the prison. Sheā€™s at the bottom oā€™ the stairs, and wants to know if you think well to see her, for she has something to say to you about that poor castaway; but she wouldnā€™t come in without your leave, she said. She thought youā€™d perhaps like to go out and speak to her. These preaching women are not so backā€™ard commonly,ā€ Bartle muttered to himself.

ā€œAsk her to come in,ā€ said Adam.

He was standing with his face towards the door, and as Dinah entered, lifting up her mild grey eyes towards him, she saw at once the great change that had come since the day when she had looked up at the tall man in the cottage. There was a trembling in her clear voice as she put her hand into his and said, ā€œBe comforted, Adam Bede, the Lord has not forsaken her.ā€

ā€œBless you for coming to her,ā€ Adam said. ā€œMr. Massey brought me word yesterday as you was come.ā€

They could neither of them say any more just yet, but stood before each other in silence; and Bartle Massey, too, who had put on his spectacles, seemed transfixed, examining Dinahā€™s face. But he recovered himself first, and said, ā€œSit down, young woman, sit down,ā€ placing the chair for her and retiring to his old seat on the bed.

ā€œThank you, friend; I wonā€™t sit down,ā€ said Dinah, ā€œfor I must hasten back. She entreated me not to stay long away. What I came for, Adam Bede, was to pray you to go and see the poor sinner and bid her farewell. She desires to ask your forgiveness, and it is meet you should see her to-day, rather than in the early morning, when the time will be short.ā€

Adam stood trembling, and at last sank down on his chair again.

ā€œIt wonā€™t be,ā€ he said, ā€œitā€™ll be put offā€”thereā€™ll perhaps come a pardon. Mr. Irwine said there was hope. He said, I neednā€™t quite give it up.ā€

ā€œThatā€™s a blessed thought to me,ā€ said Dinah, her eyes filling with tears. ā€œItā€™s a fearful thing hurrying her soul away so fast.ā€

ā€œBut let what will be,ā€ she added presently. ā€œYou will surely come, and let her speak the words that are in her heart. Although her poor soul is very dark and discerns little beyond the things of the flesh, she is no longer hard. She is contrite, she has confessed all to me. The pride of her heart has given way, and she leans on me for help and desires to be taught. This fills me with trust, for I cannot but think that the brethren sometimes err in measuring the Divine love by the sinnerā€™s knowledge. She is going to write a letter to the friends at the Hall Farm for me to give them when she is gone, and when I told her you were here, she said, ā€˜I should like to say good-bye to Adam and ask him to forgive me.ā€™ You will come, Adam? Perhaps you will even now come back with me.ā€

ā€œI canā€™t,ā€ Adam said. ā€œI canā€™t say good-bye while thereā€™s any hope. Iā€™m listening, and listeningā€”I canā€™t think oā€™ nothing but that. It canā€™t be as sheā€™ll die that shameful deathā€”I canā€™t bring my mind to it.ā€

He got up from his chair again and looked away out of the window, while Dinah stood with compassionate patience. In a minute or two he turned round and said,

ā€œI will come, Dinah... to-morrow morning... if it must be. I may have more strength to bear it, if I know it must be. Tell her, I forgive her; tell her I

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