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“
’
Tis
coming
!
”
cried
Mrs
Crick
,
and
the
attention
of
all
was
called
off
from
Tess
.
That
fair
sufferer
soon
recovered
herself
externally
;
but
she
remained
much
depressed
all
the
afternoon
.
When
the
evening
milking
was
done
she
did
not
care
to
be
with
the
rest
of
them
,
and
went
out
of
doors
wandering
along
she
knew
not
whither
.
She
was
wretched
—
O
so
wretched
—
at
the
perception
that
to
her
companions
the
dairyman
’
s
story
had
been
rather
a
humorous
narration
than
otherwise
;
none
of
them
but
herself
seemed
to
see
the
sorrow
of
it
;
to
a
certainty
,
not
one
knew
how
cruelly
it
touched
the
tender
place
in
her
experience
.
The
evening
sun
was
now
ugly
to
her
,
like
a
great
inflamed
wound
in
the
sky
.
Only
a
solitary
cracked
-
voice
reed
-
sparrow
greeted
her
from
the
bushes
by
the
river
,
in
a
sad
,
machine
-
made
tone
,
resembling
that
of
a
past
friend
whose
friendship
she
had
outworn
.
In
these
long
June
days
the
milkmaids
,
and
,
indeed
,
most
of
the
household
,
went
to
bed
at
sunset
or
sooner
,
the
morning
work
before
milking
being
so
early
and
heavy
at
a
time
of
full
pairs
.
Tess
usually
accompanied
her
fellows
upstairs
.
Tonight
,
however
,
she
was
the
first
to
go
to
their
common
chamber
;
and
she
had
dozed
when
the
other
girls
came
in
.
She
saw
them
undressing
in
the
orange
light
of
the
vanished
sun
,
which
flushed
their
forms
with
its
colour
;
she
dozed
again
,
but
she
was
reawakened
by
their
voices
,
and
quietly
turned
her
eyes
towards
them
.
Neither
of
her
three
chamber
-
companions
had
got
into
bed
.
They
were
standing
in
a
group
,
in
their
nightgowns
,
barefooted
,
at
the
window
,
the
last
red
rays
of
the
west
still
warming
their
faces
and
necks
,
and
the
walls
around
them
.
All
were
watching
somebody
in
the
garden
with
deep
interest
,
their
three
faces
close
together
:
a
jovial
and
round
one
,
a
pale
one
with
dark
hair
,
and
a
fair
one
whose
tresses
were
auburn
.
“
Don
’
t
push
!
You
can
see
as
well
as
I
,
”
said
Retty
,
the
auburn
-
haired
and
youngest
girl
,
without
removing
her
eyes
from
the
window
.
“
’
Tis
no
use
for
you
to
be
in
love
with
him
any
more
than
me
,
Retty
Priddle
,
”
said
jolly
-
faced
Marian
,
the
eldest
,
slily
.
“
His
thoughts
be
of
other
cheeks
than
thine
!
”
Retty
Priddle
still
looked
,
and
the
other
looked
again
.
“
There
he
is
again
!
”
cried
Izz
Huett
,
the
pale
girl
with
dark
damp
hair
and
keenly
cut
lips
.
“
You
needn
’
t
say
anything
,
Izz
,
”
answered
Retty
.
“
For
I
zid
you
kissing
his
shade
.
”
