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Clare
looked
round
upon
her
,
seated
with
the
others
.
She
was
not
looking
towards
him
.
Indeed
,
owing
to
his
long
silence
,
his
presence
in
the
room
was
almost
forgotten
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
about
ghosts
,
”
she
was
saying
;
“
but
I
do
know
that
our
souls
can
be
made
to
go
outside
our
bodies
when
we
are
alive
.
”
The
dairyman
turned
to
her
with
his
mouth
full
,
his
eyes
charged
with
serious
inquiry
,
and
his
great
knife
and
fork
(
breakfasts
were
breakfasts
here
)
planted
erect
on
the
table
,
like
the
beginning
of
a
gallows
.
“
What
—
really
now
?
And
is
it
so
,
maidy
?
”
he
said
.
“
A
very
easy
way
to
feel
’
em
go
,
”
continued
Tess
,
“
is
to
lie
on
the
grass
at
night
and
look
straight
up
at
some
big
bright
star
;
and
,
by
fixing
your
mind
upon
it
,
you
will
soon
find
that
you
are
hundreds
and
hundreds
o
’
miles
away
from
your
body
,
which
you
don
’
t
seem
to
want
at
all
.
”
The
dairyman
removed
his
hard
gaze
from
Tess
,
and
fixed
it
on
his
wife
.
“
Now
that
’
s
a
rum
thing
,
Christianner
—
hey
?
To
think
o
’
the
miles
I
’
ve
vamped
o
’
starlight
nights
these
last
thirty
year
,
courting
,
or
trading
,
or
for
doctor
,
or
for
nurse
,
and
yet
never
had
the
least
notion
o
’
that
till
now
,
or
feeled
my
soul
rise
so
much
as
an
inch
above
my
shirt
-
collar
.
”
The
general
attention
being
drawn
to
her
,
including
that
of
the
dairyman
’
s
pupil
,
Tess
flushed
,
and
remarking
evasively
that
it
was
only
a
fancy
,
resumed
her
breakfast
Clare
continued
to
observe
her
.
She
soon
finished
her
eating
,
and
having
a
consciousness
that
Clare
was
regarding
her
,
began
to
trace
imaginary
patterns
on
the
tablecloth
with
her
forefinger
with
the
constraint
of
a
domestic
animal
that
perceives
itself
to
be
watched
.
