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It
was
true
that
he
was
at
present
out
of
his
class
.
But
she
knew
that
was
only
because
,
like
Peter
the
Great
in
a
shipwright
’
s
yard
,
he
was
studying
what
he
wanted
to
know
.
He
did
not
milk
cows
because
he
was
obliged
to
milk
cows
,
but
because
he
was
learning
to
be
a
rich
and
prosperous
dairyman
,
landowner
,
agriculturist
,
and
breeder
of
cattle
.
He
would
become
an
American
or
Australian
Abraham
,
commanding
like
a
monarch
his
flocks
and
his
herds
,
his
spotted
and
his
ring
-
straked
,
his
men
-
servants
and
his
maids
.
At
times
,
nevertheless
,
it
did
seem
unaccountable
to
her
that
a
decidedly
bookish
,
musical
,
thinking
young
man
should
have
chosen
deliberately
to
be
a
farmer
,
and
not
a
clergyman
,
like
his
father
and
brothers
.
Thus
,
neither
having
the
clue
to
the
other
’
s
secret
,
they
were
respectively
puzzled
at
what
each
revealed
,
and
awaited
new
knowledge
of
each
other
’
s
character
and
mood
without
attempting
to
pry
into
each
other
’
s
history
.
Every
day
,
every
hour
,
brought
to
him
one
more
little
stroke
of
her
nature
,
and
to
her
one
more
of
his
.
Tess
was
trying
to
lead
a
repressed
life
,
but
she
little
divined
the
strength
of
her
own
vitality
.
At
first
Tess
seemed
to
regard
Angel
Clare
as
an
intelligence
rather
than
as
a
man
.
As
such
she
compared
him
with
herself
;
and
at
every
discovery
of
the
abundance
of
his
illuminations
,
and
the
unmeasurable
,
Andean
altitude
of
his
,
she
became
quite
dejected
,
disheartened
from
all
further
effort
on
her
own
part
whatever
.
He
observed
her
dejection
one
day
,
when
he
had
casually
mentioned
something
to
her
about
pastoral
life
in
ancient
Greece
.
She
was
gathering
the
buds
called
“
lords
and
ladies
”
from
the
bank
while
he
spoke
.
“
Why
do
you
look
so
woebegone
all
of
a
sudden
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Oh
,
’
tis
only
—
about
my
own
self
,
”
she
said
,
with
a
frail
laugh
of
sadness
,
fitfully
beginning
to
peel
“
a
lady
”
meanwhile
.
“
Just
a
sense
of
what
might
have
been
with
me
!
My
life
looks
as
if
it
had
been
wasted
for
want
of
chances
!
When
I
see
what
you
know
,
what
you
have
read
,
and
seen
,
and
thought
,
I
feel
what
a
nothing
I
am
!
I
’
m
like
the
poor
Queen
of
Sheba
who
lived
in
the
Bible
.
There
is
no
more
spirit
in
me
.
”
“
Bless
my
soul
,
don
’
t
go
troubling
about
that
!
Why
,
”
he
said
with
some
enthusiasm
,
“
I
should
be
only
too
glad
,
my
dear
Tess
,
to
help
you
to
anything
in
the
way
of
history
,
or
any
line
of
reading
you
would
like
to
take
up
—
”
