Thomas Hardy

“ First dead, as if on turf it trode, Then, clattering on the village road In other pace than forth he yode. "We shall soon know now, one way or other." said Coggan, and they all stepped down from the bank on which they had been standing into the road, and the rider pranced into the midst of them.
"Is that you, Laban?" said Gabriel.
"Yes -- 'tis come. He's not to die. 'Tis confinement during her Majesty's pleasure."
"Hurrah!" said Coggan, with a swelling heart. "God's above the devil yet!" ”

“ Shall I go and say you've come?"
"No," said Oak. "There's a chance yet; but I couldn't stay in town any longer -- after seeing him too. So Laban -- Laban is here, isn't he?"
"Yes," said Tall.
"What I've arranged is, that you shall ride to town the last thing to-night; leave here about nine, and wait a while there, getting home about twelve. If nothing has been received by eleven to-night, they say there's no chance at all."
"I do so hope his life will be spared," said Liddy. "If it is not, she'll go out of her mind too. Poor thing; her sufferings have been dreadful ”

“ The March Following -- "Bathsheba Boldwood" WE pass rapidly on into the month of March, to a breezy day without sunshine, frost, or dew. On Yalbury Hill, about midway between Weatherbury and Casterbridge, where the turnpike road passes over the crest, a numerous concourse of people had gathered, the eyes of the greater number being frequently stretched afar in a northerly direction. ”