At this date the Casterbridge Barracks were quarters, their adaptation to having been effected some years later.  It had been owing to the fact that the ---th Dragoons, in which John Clark had served, happened to be lying there that Selina made his acquaintance.  At the time of his death the barracks were occupied by the Scots Greys, but when the pathetic circumstances of the sergeant-major’s end became known in the town the officers of the Greys offered the services of their fine reed and band, that he might have a funeral marked by due military honours.  His body was accordingly removed to the barracks, and carried thence to the churchyard in the Durnover quarter on the following afternoon, one of the Greys’ most ancient and chargers being blacked up to represent Clark’s horse on the occasion.  
Everybody pitied Selina, whose story was well known.  She followed the as the only mourner, Clark having been without relations in this part of the country, and a communication with his having brought none from a distance.  She sat in a little shabby brown-black mourning carriage, squeezing herself up in a corner to be as much as possible out of sight during the slow and dramatic march through the town to the from Saul.  When the interment had taken place, the volleys been fired, and the return journey begun, it was with something like a shock that she found the military escort to be moving at a quick march to the lively strains of ‘Off she goes!’ as if all care for the sergeant-major was expected to be ended with the late discharge of the carbines.  It was, by chance, the very tune to which they had been footing when he died, and unable to bear its notes, she hastily told her driver to drop behind.  The band and military party diminished up the High Street, and Selina turned over Swan bridge and homeward to Mellstock.
 
Then recommenced for her a life whose incidents were of a suit with those which had preceded the soldier’s return; but how different in her of them!  Her narrow miss of the recovered respectability they had hoped for from that event worked upon her parents as an irritant, and after the first week or two of her mourning her life with them grew almost insupportable.  She had taken to herself the weeds of a widow, for such she seemed to herself to be, and clothed little Johnny in likewise.  This assumption of a moral relationship to the deceased, which she asserted to be only not a legal one by two most unexpected accidents, led the old people to indulge in at her expense whenever they her , though all the while it cost them more pain to utter than it gave her to hear it.  Having become accustomed by her residence at home to the business carried on by her father, she surprised them one day by going off with the child to Chalk-Newton, in the direction of the town of Ivell, and opening a miniature fruit and vegetable shop, attending Ivell market with her produce.  Her business grew somewhat larger, and it was soon sufficient to enable her to support herself and the boy in comfort.  She called herself ‘Mrs. John Clark’ from the day of leaving home, and painted the name on her signboard—no man forbidding her.
 
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