Jude the Obsure

He retired to rest early, but his sleep was fitful from the sense

that Sue was so near at hand. At some time near two o'clock, when

he was beginning to sleep more soundly, he was aroused by a shrill

squeak that had been familiar enough to him when he lived regularly

at Marygreen. It was the cry of a rabbit caught in a gin. As was

the little creature's habit, it did not soon repeat its cry; and

probably would not do so more than once or twice; but would remain

bearing its torture till the morrow when the trapper would come and

knock it on the head.

He who in his childhood had saved the lives of the earthworms now

began to picture the agonies of the rabbit from its lacerated leg.

If it were a "bad catch" by the hind-leg, the animal would tug

during the ensuing six hours till the iron teeth of the trap had

stripped the leg-bone of its flesh, when, should a weak-springed

instrument enable it to escape, it would die in the fields from the

mortification of the limb. If it were a "good catch," namely, by the

fore-leg, the bone would be broken and the limb nearly torn in two in

attempts at an impossible escape.

Almost half an hour passed, and the rabbit repeated its cry. Jude

could rest no longer till he had put it out of its pain, so dressing

himself quickly he descended, and by the light of the moon went

across the green in the direction of the sound. He reached the hedge

bordering the widow's garden, when he stood still. The faint click

of the trap as dragged about by the writhing animal guided him now,

and reaching the spot he struck the rabbit on the back of the neck

with the side of his palm, and it stretched itself out dead.

He was turning away when he saw a woman looking out of the open

casement at a window on the ground floor of the adjacent cottage.

"Jude!" said a voice timidly--Sue's voice. "It is you--is it not?"

"Yes, dear!"

"I haven't been able to sleep at all, and then I heard the rabbit,

and couldn't help thinking of what it suffered, till I felt I must

come down and kill it! But I am so glad you got there first... They

ought not to be allowed to set these steel traps, ought they!"

Jude had reached the window, which was quite a low one, so that she

was visible down to her waist. She let go the casement-stay and put

her hand upon his, her moonlit face regarding him wistfully.