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The young girl remained motionless by the tree, and Gabriel descended
into the village of Weatherbury. She sat there, still looking at the
stars. Oak had faded into the distance. She began walking slowly in
the direction of Weatherbury.
She arrived in the silence of night. Nothing or no-one were around.
The temperature had plummeted way below zero. She began to feel the
bitterness of the cold as only a hooded cloak was her cover. Fanny
decided to seek shelter, and crept quietly, not wanting to wake
anybody in the village, towards the local inn. A weak light could be
seen through a small, second floor window in the inn. Fanny softly
tossed a small chip of rock towards the dim light. The door opened,
"Can I help you my dear?" whispered a frail old woman.
"Erm...Yes I need a room for tonight. How much would it cost?"
"Two shillings dear"
"I have only one"
"Ohâ€¦" the delicate woman hesitated for a few moments, "Oh, go on, I'll
accept the one seen as though it looks a bit chilly out there."
Fanny rushed in, out of the cold with no uncertainty at all.
Morning came and Fanny woke up to see the shimmering sun rays through
the oak framed windows. She sat up to see the ground outside;
everything was completely covered in a soft, glistening layer of snow.
After she was dressed, she headed downstairs with her possessions
ready to leave. Fanny gave her thanks for the old woman's hospitality
and kindness. Just as she was about to go, the aged woman handed her
some coins, five shillings.
"Thank you, thank you very much!" exclaimed Fanny graciously. The
elderly woman smiled and headed back into her room. Fanny stepped
outside into the bitter cold and headed north up the main track
towards the barracks at where the love of her life, Frank Troy, was
After a few hours of walking up the track, Fanny arrived at the
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worsened and the cold had begun to set in upon her. She called her
love twice, "Frank! Frank!"
No answer. She tried again, this time in succeeding.
Fanny and Troy talked for a small while about their marriage until
Troy was called away. Fanny heard laughter and walked on. Her heart
beat violently as she reflected on Troy's words, "I'll come to you my
Fanny headed towards a small inn she had heard about nearby. As she
arrived she noticed a familiar figure at the front opening. She hid
quickly behind a small wooden cart until she could make out the tall,
masculine figure. It turned towards her as she thought hysterically of
whom it could be, and then it struck her, Boldwood! Her heart began
pumping harder inside her as she thought of what might happen if
Boldwood finds her here. She waited patiently until he began to depart
the small village.
After his figure had faded into the distance, Fanny rose to her feet,
aches and pains in her legs gave her a small limp in her walk as she
made her way towards the inn. As she drew closer to the door, she
could see that it was slightly open. Fanny crept right up to the
doorstep, then, quietly and gently pushed it open. Nobody could be
seen, just a seemingly endless dark corridor with a narrow spiralling
staircase to the left of her. She crept curiously down, only to
discover some empty barrels within a small cellar like room. It was
fairly dark, yet with a warm atmosphere. She decided that this was to
be her room for the night, only if she could remain silent. She set up
a bed out of blankets that were behind the barrels in a neat stack and
fell asleep extremely quickly.
As morning came, Fanny woke with excitement, knowing that this was the
day she would be married to her loved one. As she rose rapidly from
her bed, she heard someone walking down the stairs and a dark shadow
appeared upon the staircase wall. Fanny anxiously hid behind two of
the many barrels.
After roughly half an hour of hiding, Fanny thought it was safe to
come out. She gathered her things quickly and took off spiralling up
the stairs, straight out of the door and darted right down the track
until she was a safe distance from the inn. She glanced up worriedly
at the clock upon the village hall and realized she had to be at the
church swiftly. Her heart pounded sharply as she made her way to the
church, she was full of excitement as well as being nervous to. She
arrived at the church to find that she was first there, her heart
calmed down as her nerves took over her quivering body.
Quarter of an hour had passed, an adequately dressed nun approached
Fanny inquiring why she was here,
"Excuse me dear, but may I ask why you are here"
"I am to be married today sister" replied Fanny with an eager look
upon her face.
"Sorry my dear, but there are no marriage's planned for today"
explained the courteous sister.
It was then Fanny realized her mistake and suddenly a white, straight,
pale look appeared on her face, as if she'd seen a ghost look. She
shot off speedily, as fast as her weak legs could carry her, to where
she had supposed to have been quarter of an hour ago. She had gone to
the wrong church and was worriedly rushing her way to the correct one.
As she arrived Troy was walking away. She caught up with him and was
constantly asking him when it could be rearranged. His words resounded
in her head cutting her like a knife through her heart. "God Knows!"
These were his words.