The Bristol railway was open to Ivell.
This plan they followed, and walked briskly through the dull gloom till they neared Casterbridge, which place they avoided by turning to the right at the Roman Amphitheatre and bearing round to Durnover Cross.
Thence the way was solitary and open across the moor to the hill whereon the Ivell fly awaited them.
'I have noticed for some time,' she said, 'a lurid glare over the Durnover end of the town.

It seems to come from somewhere about Mixen Lane.' 'The lamps,' he suggested.
'There's not a lamp as big as a rushlight in the whole lane.

It is where the cholera is worst.' By Standfast Corner, a little beyond the Cross, they suddenly obtained an end view of the lane.

Large bonfires were burning in the middle of the way, with a view to purifying the air; and from the wretched tenements with which the lane was lined in those days persons were bringing out bedding and clothing.

Some was thrown into the fires, the rest placed in wheel-barrows and wheeled into the moor directly in the track of the fugitives.
They followed on, and came up to where a vast copper was set in the open air.