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The

prospect

from

this

summit

was

almost

unlimited

.

In

the

valley

beneath

lay

the

city

they

had

just

left

,

its

more

prominent

buildings

showing

as

in

an

isometric

drawing

—

among

them

the

broad

cathedral

tower

,

with

its

Norman

windows

and

immense

length

of

aisle

and

nave

,

the

spires

of

St

Thomas

’

s

,

the

pinnacled

tower

of

the

College

,

and

,

more

to

the

right

,

the

tower

and

gables

of

the

ancient

hospice

,

where

to

this

day

the

pilgrim

may

receive

his

dole

of

bread

and

ale

.

Behind

the

city

swept

the

rotund

upland

of

St

Catherine

’

s

Hill

;

further

off

,

landscape

beyond

landscape

,

till

the

horizon

was

lost

in

the

radiance

of

the

sun

hanging

above

it

.

Against

these

far

stretches

of

country

rose

,

in

front

of

the

other

city

edifices

,

a

large

red

-

brick

building

,

with

level

gray

roofs

,

and

rows

of

short

barred

windows

bespeaking

captivity

,

the

whole

contrasting

greatly

by

its

formalism

with

the

quaint

irregularities

of

the

Gothic

erections

It

was

somewhat

disguised

from

the

road

in

passing

it

by

yews

and

evergreen

oaks

,

but

it

was

visible

enough

up

here

.

The

wicket

from

which

the

pair

had

lately

emerged

was

in

the

wall

of

this

structure

.

From

the

middle

of

the

building

an

ugly

flat

-

topped

octagonal

tower

ascended

against

the

east

horizon

,

and

viewed

from

this

spot

,

on

its

shady

side

and

against

the

light

,

it

seemed

the

one

blot

on

the

city

’

s

beauty

.

Yet

it

was

with

this

blot

,

and

not

with

the

beauty

,

that

the

two

gazers

were

concerned

.

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Upon

the

cornice

of

the

tower

a

tall

staff

was

fixed

.

Their

eyes

were

riveted

on

it

.

A

few

minutes

after

the

hour

had

struck

something

moved

slowly

up

the

staff

,

and

extended

itself

upon

the

breeze

.

It

was

a

black

flag

.

“

Justice

”

was

done

,

and

the

President

of

the

Immortals

,

in

Aeschylean

phrase

,

had

ended

his

sport

with

Tess

.

And

the

d

’

Urberville

knights

and

dames

slept

on

in

their

tombs

unknowing

.

The

two

speechless

gazers

bent

themselves

down

to

the

earth

,

as

if

in

prayer

,

and

remained

thus

a

long

time

,

absolutely

motionless

:

the

flag

continued

to

wave

silently

.

As

soon

as

they

had

strength

they

arose

,

joined

hands

again

,

and

went

on

.

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